As an adolescent teenager I longed for big ta ta’s . I thought they would be the answer to all my problems. Seriously! If I had big knockers certainly I would have a boyfriend. They would forget the fact that I had got knocked upside the head with the ugly stick a few times. My chest would hit them right between the eyes like a great big focal point and they would be enamored of me at first glance. They would then give me a chance and discover what a true gem I am!! Screwed up I know, but that is what I thought. I remember my mom filling me with the belief that if I ate tons of cauliflower my chest would bloom to gargantuan proportions. I was willing to try anything at that point. I wanted to change my clothes, my hair, and my face if it would help. Everyone wants to have friends and be loved and accepted.
As I grew older I got over this longing. It helped once men began to notice I was actually alive, and once I met my husband I no longer needed to worry. Then one fine day I got pregnant. Be careful what you wish for!! For me, pregnancy equaled spending my days with my head in the toilet from conception to cesarean section. By the time the day came for the baby to be born, all I wanted was to not be pregnant anymore. I was tired of bringing up everything I ate to be voted on. Once she was born, I changed my tune. She was alive, and she was perfect!! Even though I refused to breast feed after her birth, my hooters grew to gargantuan proportions. Be careful what you wish for!! All that longing had caused my hooters to grow the size of cow udders!! Not only that, the rest of me grew right along with it. Middle age spread descended and thin and trim left the building!!
A lot of ladies out there long to change their appearance to the point they are willing to pay some fool thousands of dollars to slice them and dice them and insert artificial Ta ta’s under their skin. Ouch!! I guess I just am not crazy about the whole pain factor enough to go under the knife if I really don’t have to. So even though it would be nice to slice the things that stick out a tad to far off my body, I know better than to long for my girls to be smaller. With my luck, that longing would get me breast cancer and a double mastectomy in my future. I sure don’t long for that. So I will cease my longing because it has only got me in trouble in the past and be happy with the way I am avoiding mirrors at every turn. Until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a truckers wife.
