It’s that time again. Time for a mammogram. Yes, that funness of having your boobs placed and squeezed and x-rayed.
But it is necessary! Muy necessario! And I proudly conducted it in all Spanish. Sweet. Two points. The nice lady x-ray specialist carefully arranged my breast to get maximum exposure, kind of like arranging a chicken in the oven (I think I might be hungry). And then the machine came down… to press it tightly. I always hear horror stories of how painful this is, but I have never had a bad experience, my whole two times of getting a mammogram.
I don’t have huge triple D breasts but I am also not the president of the itty-bitty-titty committee either. I do wish I had bigger boobs, I can’t deny. But I am proud to have my originals and constantly shocked to see the number of females I went to high school with that have had boob jobs. And I honestly don’t think they look better. Sorry. Now, I have two friends that had boob reductions, and those, I applaud. Why live your life with huge ones that hurt your back, you can’t go for a run without a few black eyes….
But in the end, if it makes you feel better, then do it. But don’t forget your annual mammogram along with it. Til next year!
GOING NINETY MILES 
do it.