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THE PROBLEM WITH BOOBIE.

I sat planted to the computer, reading the definition of Facebook, in my shredded pink towel, (with Facebook minimized), and thinking that I seriously needed to put on some underwear and …OMG a FRICKIN BRA,WTF …where were my breasts??

No seriously , where were my breasts? I flashed back to a comment I saw on socialmoth: Breasts are so frickin cumbersome, and I agreed with this mystery girl who wrote it and I was the first to heart it.

But honestly, where were they?

“Yoohoo peaches…herb, where are you darlings?” I thought (in the back of my mind questioning my sanity). I know last time I checked they were supposed to be partying on my chest... so… um...

Why the hell were they at my ankles?

I went to investigate.

Yup, they were there alright. I knew I wasn’t crazy. The mirror told the truth. My breasts were really dancing to the rhythm of their own music. I turned to the side, front, all kinds of directions, even the back ( all I saw there were lovehandles).

“Maybe if I buy a push up bra,” I mumbled to myself.

“No. Maybe if you put on clothes,” Mammy said, surprising me.

“Sahara, by the way, what are you doing?”

“Looking at my boobs. du-h.”

“Why?” she asked with a confused look.

“Mammy because they are saggy, and I don’t know what to do!”

“You flickin’ mad! We talk about this already, where the hell d you want them to be? Up in you damn nose?” she sucked her teeth loudly and walked off. Of course, I didn’t give a shit, because the fact still remained fifteen year olds’ are not suppose to have watery, droopy breasts. I gave up for the moment and threw on my new hot blue Victoria secret bra, (which was on sale, the only reason I could afford it), which really wasn’t making that much of a difference, (damn cheap sale bra. Bad VS, bad!) to once more sit at the computer to put my status on facebook as ‘peaches and herb SERIOUSLY need botox!!’