those two things

As I have a great lack of anything in the breast department, I have the ability to appreciate other tiny-boob girls out there. Even though I have verbal diarrhea over how small mine are, I do treasure them. Breasts are what make us so feminine and the human body is beautiful, so even if they're huge ass mother loads like dear old Pammy A or teeny weeny miss-them-if-you-blink Freja Beha mozzie bites, embrace the girls. I do however prefer the smaller versions, my life is just so much easier that way!

So this post is a dedication to little people, or the people with their little assets.Or it might just be that I am lusting after a lace triangle bra like there is no tomorrow. Perhaps both. And the fact that I will find any excuse to post photos of Freja, and Abbey-Lee .

Instead of bombarding you with naked women, like I wanted to, I just thought of the disgust on my mother's face as she opens this blog and sees her daughter posting boob shots. So, heres the classy version of what I originally wanted. Head over to The Closet Skeleton for some good old nakedness, you dirty creatures. 

The best perk of a smaller cup size? You can wear sex-me-now bra's. And then also no bra's. This past week I have ever so slightly not touched a proper bra, except the piece of cloth excuse for a breast holder for, a t shirt. I am not the bravest creature out there, so nipples still frighten me. Not other people's, but my own. I don't really want the whole world to know when I'm cold, thanks, even though I admire Kate Moss for pulling off the t shirt/no bra look oh so well. And who can forget the beauty of a sheer top. AH.

So you can opt for lovely lacy bra's, free spirited t shirts, or just of course go absolutely topless without looking like a complete skank. #winning. I do love my two children, and if I ever get sick of them, well there's always La Senza. Or Doctor Robbie Ray.