I just took my measurements because I've got to order some new jeans (I have a hole big enough to drive through where the rear pocket has torn away), and.... Sweet Jumping Jesus on a Pogo Stick!! I knew I hard a large bust. I mean, I look at the girls on a daily basis, they're really hard to miss. But... CHRIST! I didn't know they were THAT big! Evidently I've been buying undies that were several sizes too small. I guess deep down I knew that a bra wasn't supposed to cut off your circulation, but.. vanity said I wasn't larger than size.... well... nevermind what size.
Well. I can't deny it any longer. Ouchy.
I'd be utterly depressed about it if Roho hadn't spent a good bit of time this weekend admiring them.
Edit: I'd like to clarify that the breasts in the icon are, in fact, not mine. I wish they were. Mine are also not large enough to need their own set of blue jeans. Thank God for small favors.