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Tit Inflasian
My oldest sister is a freak. She was born with a totally rad, gigantor rack–like, real puppies, real “girls,” or whatever people with real boobs call their boobs–that I never understood. The three remaining sisters in the family, however… we practically headed up the west coast chapter of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee. We were small-chested Asians, and we owned it. Owned it, dammit.
But every once in awhile (like the day I spent on set with Rosario Dawson’s perfect, natural, giant chest all day, and thought: I should probably buy me summa those) I wonder if I’d have a far more enjoyable, gilded life as a big-boobie’d lady. What if? What if?
And other days, like today, I look at all of the big, fat, scary, glandy fat bags suffocating some of Hollywood’s finest…
…and I’m pretty glad I don’t have those fuckin’ things attacking my chin all day. Jeesh!
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