This post was inspired by a conversation with one of my besties Grace. We were talking about sleep and how we knew we probably weren't getting enough, but hello, no one is. That got me thinking... I've heard the 7-8 hour bit before. But what's actually going on as I sleep? How come I feel so "blegh" without sleep? Are my crappy sleep habits going to cause problems later on in life?
Alrighty, let's get right down to it. This is a personal story, y'know like one of those you tell about "a friend" but everyone knows you are just telling it about yourself. So yep, this one is MY story. If at this point you don't want to read anything related to me, my pelvic self exam, and what happened thereafter then here's your cue to head back over to your Twitter or FB feed.
As for you curious folk who are hanging around, let's get this story started.
Boobs, ta-tas, honka honkas, melons, titties. (Hm, see the common trend in nicknames for “private parts”?) I think boobs are great. There, I said it. I worked as a bra fitter at Victoria’s Secret for a couple years. Not only did I see many, many, many girls and women nearly topless, I tried my best to help solve their breast-related dilemmas. The youngest girls I ever fitted were 10 year old Asain twins with a helicopter parenting mother, and the oldest woman was a sassy Scottish 84 year old who fondly referred to her breasts as “hush puppies.”