“You don’t want so much that your hands can’t hold it all, because that’s a waste.”  - my Dad to my Mom (when they were young and not yet married) 

Sorry if this story seems rushed.  I literally wrote it in 20 minutes (talk about inspiration hitting you hard…).  It's to counteract the 'big-chested' reader stories that seem to always pop up on this website.  What about flat-chests?  We are just as beautiful.

Oh, and that beginning conversation between the coworkers is one I’ve had to listen to countlessly throughout middle school and high school.  Yes, this shit does happen and I can guarantee at least some of you have heard it too.  In situations like that, here's what you do: If someone brings up your boobs, just be like, it’s no big deal.  Boobs are boobs, not party favors.  They are milk sacks for babies.  That’s all they are and that’s their only purpose in life.  Who gives a shit?

Because in retrospect, no one should.  It’s what lies behind those boobs that matters.  Love-filled hearts make the best relationships.  Boobs be damned.  And thus, that is what America is trying to teach you here.

America/Alfred and that picture are © Hidekaz Himaruya, Studio Deen, and Funimation (I took that picture/screenshot straight from the anime)…speaking of which.  Sorry Ukraine.  Bless your heart, but flashing someone your boobs creates negative connotations.  And I want no part of that. hahaha