Now none of these things were taught to me in my home growing up, (in fact quite the opposite). But going to school, (and sneaking to watch soap operas), you pretty much see how the world works.
i was quite the ugly duckling growing up, so that didn't help matters. At 5'9" in 6th grade, short hair, (which was unheard of on a girl at that time), i stood out like a sore thumb. Gangly arms, and toothpick like legs, there was beauty only a mother could see.
i took much care in deciding what outfit to wear each day for school. What i would do with the curly mop of hair on my head, and what obnoxiously huge earrings would compliment both, (hey, it was the 80's). There was always something missing for my ensemble, . . . boobs! Yes, i said it. The missing piece. Every woman i saw on my late night binges of soap operas had one thing in common, glorious boobs! The fabulous cleavage that turned a mans head. i now know that God knew what he was doing, when he did not answer my request for a set early on. i waited unusually long for my pair.
Now that i've laid all my cards on the table, let me tell you why i am talking about lady humps. You see we are a nation obsessed with boobs! it's all we talk about, all we see. Commercials about it, creams, surgeries, its crazy! if we spent half as much time and money on helping world hunger, we'd all be fed. So, is it really any wonder at my young age i thought they were the magic potion to a happy life?
Now, let me tell you what changed my mind. (God really is magnificent isn't he?) As i always say he's still working on me. Up until recently i have worn low cut shirts, (nothing crazy low, but still), and i have wanted an augmentation. This is where i get embarrassed, and my cheeks are burning, but i have promised to you dear reader, to admit it all.
Recently, God really had me asking myself why? Why did i feel i needed this? No one else thought i did. Why was i still so insistent? Then my thoughts wandered to my children, two impressional young boys. Was i telling them God didn't do a good enough job? That what you look like is most important, so much so you would elect to have surgery?!
(Obviously, i am not, will not judge anyone who has, or wants to, just fyi.)
So when you see me now days, my cleavage is covered, and around my neck most days you will see a cross. it is a reminder to me, that i am enough, and he made me just the way i am suppose to be.