Dreams

Most days, I dream small. My aspirations are tiny, like : do not drop food on your clothes today. But today, I am going big with my hopes. Yep. Large. Giant.

I want to meet the maker of my new sports bras. I want to tell him (oh, it must be a guy) that sports bras are not intended to compress two boobs into one large uniboob. As nice as that may seem to him.

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