I
wrote this inspirational letter to my boobies that I like to call “The
Twins” after a cancer scare. My prayer is that it inspires all of us to
“fight back” and find a cure. Many Hugs to all of you fighting to the
good fight.Dear Twins,
This an open letter to declare to the world my utter love and
adoration for you! YES YOU! my perfect 40 DD’s that hang on my chest! Oh
how marvelous… how wonderful… how perfect you are! Yes. You…! You know I
am talking to you!
My boobs… my perfect, larger than life round boobs!
You have endured and taken on many names – ‘bangers, bazooms, hooters,
tits and knockers’ but to me… I just choose to call you “the twins” Yes!
Yes! Yes! Come here you two…! All cute and bouncy! Yes you are! Momma
is proud of you! Yes she is! You are my best asset – my twins.
I remember when you first decided to pop out and announce your
presence – I was only 12 years old and you did not care – there you
were… hard..
Pointy and supple! Mom was so tickled by them and now that I
have realized it – very uncomfortable by your presence! – But no… – you
were not deterred… there you were… ready to face the world whether I
liked it or not! And yes! You continued to grow whether I liked it not!
Oooh.. How I hated you!
My love affair with you has been turmoil filled! Don’t pretend not to
realize it! You know what we have been through! Let me break it down
for you girls! There I was… taking up all kinds of sports and making
table tennis captain of the high school team – jumping, sweating… and
there you were… swaying and bouncing – never missing a beat.
In college –
walking down the corridors of my university… trying to get an
education… you followed me… getting bigger and bigger! And helping me
face those sticky campus corridors! When I had my first kiss – yes him?
Remember him? The weirdo that kissed like a tarantula in heat? You
persevered girls! You were there for me! – You my loves have been
unwavering in your support! You have seen me through job interviews,
good and bad relationships, severe weather conditions and never once
have you left my side – and for that – I thank you!
But help me out here girls? What’s with all the pain and soreness
each and every time Mother Nature pays me a visit? You girl need to know
that it hurts? Why do you do this to me??
I have a hard enough finding a
bra that fits to support you gorgeous two some! Can you cut me slack
here? BUT! I must give you props to you where props are due!
It is easier to get a drink at a bar when we are out and about.. –
it’s easier to get off with a warning if we are having a “pedal to the
metal” day out in the city – but above all else… we look great in halter
tops! Ah!
Yes… ladies… you do me good… yes you do! – Now… if only we
can work out some deal on staying put when I have a size too small then…
you girls may just earn an Oscar in my books for ” best performance by a
bountiful two-some”.
Now! Let’s get to some important matters at hand – you girls have
taken me down a scary path in the past 7 years getting all lumpy and
having me go under to determine if the evil that is cancer had gotten a
hold of you! I don’t want to ever go through that again! You know?
It
was scary, I was frightened, and I …Yes… I that is a strong and solid
woman was brought to my knees. For the first time I felt completely out
of control! So how about we make a deal uh?
You stay perched up and
perfect on my chest and I will take good care of you. I hate to eat
right… but I will – I hate to exercise – but I will above all else – I
promise to be a great ambassador for you girls and all the billions of
great cup A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U,
V, W, X, Y and Z’s out there single and double digits! Heck! I will
take the triples too! – Just don’t take down that road again!
I am not sure that you know this but cancer has taken many mothers,
grandmothers, daughters, sisters, aunts, cousins, and friends – I have
faith that we will beat this ugly “thing” that threatens to make you
girls less than perfect, but in the meantime – I thought I would let you
know that….
I am proud of you
I am honored that you chose to blossom on me
I will feel you up every month just to make sure that you don’t have any crazy lumps in there
But above all else…..
I am determined to fight for the cure …. I will walk, I will speak, I
will write, and I may cry – but I will not give up until you girls and
countless of billions are safe and sound.
All of my love,
Your momma
Sarah
P.S. Promise Momma that you will stay nice and perky even after momma is
old and grey… sitting out on the porch guzzling some whiskey and
remembering the good ol’ times ok?
This article was published on Oprah.com
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