The Quest for Eric Estrada Teeth

Note to self (though it's irrelevant now) and to anyone else looking for advice on the subject:

DO NOT FUCKING GET BRACES WHEN YOU'RE 34. The orthodontists are used to dealing with teenagers so they don't give good drugs for the hideously horendously excruciating ridiculous pain. I need a joint. Fuck that - I need some CRACK!!!!!!

Tits So Funny

I think it rather hilarious that the posting ending in "should I show my tits?" has gotten the most commentary (though, clearly six is no big score!). I guess that's cool, though. If there's one thing I like about my body, it's "the girls."

I feel lucky to be busty and so I have a wonderful collection of what my husband calls "booby shirts" that I pull on for special occasions. Frankly, I don't mind if people don't look past my chest, cause the rest is not so perfect. They may as well dwell on the positive part of my appearance. I mean, I'm no dog, but I'm certainly not svelt. I think my eyes are nice and one day when I get these fucking braces off I intend to have Eric Estrada (glow in the dark and perfectly straight) teeth. But for now, you can check out the boobs....

Another reason, besides their size, that I like my boobs is something pretty much no one gets to see. I have a skin condition called Vitaligo where something "eats" the pigment in my skin. It 's almost completely symetrical on my both sides of my body - including my boobs. There the de-pigmentation is in the shape of a butterfly and under a black light it's really, really cool (glows since it's white).

Well, you may think it's silly, but I figure I may as well celebrate these "flaws" and get a kick out the cards I've been dealt! Right?!
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