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!