as in the Susan G Komen 3 day. I’m doing it, in July in Massachusetts with my breastest friend Momma Kiss.
I wanted to write you stories of boobs. Mine specifically. Stories of training bras and nips slips. Flashing undercarriage cleavage. Stories of their glory days and the sad reality of their post nursing retirement.
But life with a 12 month old (who desperately does NOT WANT TO WALK but JUST CAN’T HELP HIMSELF) and a more confident and engaged pre-schooler is sucking the brain power from me. Seriously people, I’m lucky to remember the password to log on to this thing!
So instead, let me tell you why I walk: for the boobs. I love boobs. The itty bitty titties, the big gajonga jongas, the pancakes and the OMGARETHOSEREAL, the food source and comfort center for my second favorite thing in the world: babies. Sweater muffins, the twins, jugs, fun bags, cans, hooters.
Urban dictionary (I know you won’t believe me when I tell you I’ve never contributed) says this: Boobs:  Things that make guys and the occasional chick do whatever the bearer of them wishes. They can bring great power and pleasure to whoever owns them.
But I also walk for the women I love and admire, for the survivors, for those who have lost the battle and for those who have lost a loved one. For Bunny, for her daughter in law, for A, for Celeste, for Wendy, (I need more cookies!).
The list goes on and so must the battle.
Please help us fight breast cancer. Please make a donation of any amount to help fight this bitch. Do it for the boobs!
only you, girl. only you.
so happy you’ll be walking with us…better prep those feet, just ask Poppy. It’s true, blisters don’t need chemo, but they still hurt like a motherfucker.
My mother-in-law had gorgeous boobs. The cancer in them killed her and I hate it. I’ll be contributing. xo
So proud of you, my tired, brain-sucked friend.
Even in the midst of mommy-haze, you’re taking the time to do something generous, powerful, important.
I’m taking on the Avon Walk again this September because we WILL win this fight. For us. For our sweet baby girls.
So that all of us will have many years to tell boob stories…
I am hoping to put together enough carseat change to donate something despite our strapped budget, but regardless, you know you and MK have my support.
I’ve got you like a Wacoal fitted for you by a little old lady who doesn’t even need a tape measure.
And I cannot WAIT to finally get my hands on them.. er.. you.
I too have been known to walk for boobies! However, since 1982 I’ve had a car, so I now I am occasionally seen speeding after them.
And, let me tell you, I catch precious few of ‘em!
Have done my little bit by sponsoring two ladies in the Race For Life (Cardiff, Sun 15 July).
Boobs . . . really, they’re just wonderful, aren’t they?
Kick ass with this. We’re all proud of you.
Boobs, and the people who own them are definitely worth walking for!!!
Man, I’d forgotten about calling them cans. I’m clearly forced to adopt such language for the foreseeable future.
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You, my dear, are amazing. Simply amazing. And of course I’ll support you.
HA! Just thought of this…being supportive for boobs kinda makes me feel like a bra.