my coworker other day told me someone who is training for a marathon/half marathon can lose up to 40 pounds. my response.. a yes nod and a no wonder why i dont have boobs anymore. hmmmm lets just say i went from a bra size of 34C to a 32B aka 34A. what does that mean. i do not have boobs.
another coworker asked me. did you lose your weight from your butt or your boobs first?
my response
I lost it from my boobs....then my butt..... then my boobs again. I have little bee stings as boobs.
his response
he laughed, then said all the brothas (black men) are disapointed their is one less booty in the world
(prior to this i had a black girls butt stuck on a white girl body)
this brings a story.
back in 2007, it was the first day of school and i went to Walmart up in Logan to get my groceries. As i was walking around i noticed to boys (black boys) from the USU basketball eyeing me with weird looks. Well i am in the mustard aisle when i noticed that they were coming my direction. As they got closer to me one of them goes "Is that real?" I turned around and went "huh" and another guy goes while looking at my butt "I those implants?" now it doesnt help when i am wearing a dress that goes straight down my back till that is hits my butt. then it goes out AROOUNNDD my butt then down so that is shows off the BO in booty. well you can maybe guess my response to these fine men. I said "Yes, this is real" while grabbing and squeezing my butt. after that was said they walked away and i was able to pick out my mustard. good story. This is my "mustard aisle" story.
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