Is bigger better? (Re: itty bitty titty committee)
Thankfully not this big
Before you ask: yes, they’re real. Just ask my editor.
Ginger’s article on small breasts proves that the grass is always greener on the other side. Like Ginger, I grew up anticipating the day I would have breasts. I hoped that they would be comfy – like the chests of the women who raised me. To practice for our future bosoms, my sister, friends, and I would stuff our shirts with pillows and balloons. On one such occasion, a friend’s mother caught me at it while my sister and friend hid in a closet. She calmly sat me down and said, “When you grow up, you can have titties as big as you want.” Until then, she suggested I enjoy being a child. Read the rest of this entry »
Ok, I’ve been really, really good. I’ve played the fatty food deprivation game, I’ve exercised four times a week, drank a gallon of water a day — the whole nine. I’ve even displayed my loyalty to the Green club at the gym by bringing the same plastic bottle of frozen water every day instead of buying a new one. And just as I lay my hand outstretched awaiting the issuance of my Green card, I discovered how toxic water bottles can be.
A possible carcinogen. Found in cooking bottles and clear food packaging, 
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