Boob shirts & Mediports NSF-non-potty-mouths
I don’t know where I’m going to put my boobs. They’re one of the few physical assets I feel comfortable rocking- as an extra-thick woman in her 40s- to draw the appropriate amount of attention to me. My eyes aren’t bad. But my boobs, even 20 years past an… uplifting… breast reduction? Are real and spectacular. via GIPHY Great enough that on dates and in social situations where suitable men might be located? I wear a boob shirt. What is a boob shirt you ask? This is one of the staples of the endowed woman’s arsenal of slay-that-dude outfits. It is a blouse that appropriately features the girls. Some cleavage but never side boob. You can get away with a WHOLE lot of other flaws if you have a nice enough rack. via GIPHY And as a black chick? I can be as plus size as I wanna be as long as I keep it right up top, round the bottom, and whittle down my middle a little. Hourglass proportions keep a lady in business, seemingly no matter how big you get. And TRUST me I’ve been a chart topper. Not so big that there’s special porn about women my side. But I’ve been big enough that airplane seats were snug. I’m subtle with my shit? But I like a little cleavage. I’m no prude, but when I hit 50 I’m not going to be as pro-boobage as I am now. I haven’t got time to play if I finally