Eulogy

I never really thought much of my breasts.   As a member of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee during high school, they were too small and unimpressive. Just another body part to discuss like the size of my Italian nose or the color of my bright red hair.  My theory was to make fun of myself first then I wouldn't be destroyed when the 'popular' kids teased me about my deficiencies.  My boobs were the 'butt' of many of my jokes for years and years.  It worked for me - most of the time.  I still use that technique.  I guess I'll just have to change my delivery from now on.

I find myself trying to make a connection to these things on my chest.  One I never really had.  Trying to remember all I can about the good and the bad.  I have a few days left with them and it's like I'm trying to say goodbye or something.  Like a eulogy or an obituarary.  That's a good idea!

Eulogy

Mary's Breasts (first appearance sometime in 1975-4/21/2011)

Small and unobtrusive, Mary's Breasts were a happy little pair.  Often, they provided the necessary comic relief.  They stood up and took notice when it was cold.  They never got in the way.  Really didn't need any support.   Held up well in a leotard. They enjoyed reading and trying on clothes.  They will be missed.

Whew - I feel better!

And, of course, the IBTC had t-shirts.  We all wore a small!!  Surprised?  I wish I still had mine for all kinds of reasons.