Boobs, Who Needs Them?

Sometimes I love my boobs. Othertimes, like today, I hate them.

I found this gorgeous dress from Jeanswest. No, that price marking of $4.99 is correct.

Bargain, right?

Anyway, so I went into my nearest store today while shopping to see if they had any size fourteen in stock.

There was a size eight and you guessed it, a size fourteen. The only two left.

I quickly grabbed it, thinking I had just found the prettiest of dresses.

I slip it over my head instantly, then realise there is a zipper on the side.

I attempt to zip it up with only failure.

I slip it back off, rezip it up before repulling over my head.

So far, so good.

That is until the dress reaches my boobs.

Ugh. No amount of flattening or squishing is helping. I almost cannot breathe.

I unzip the zipper.

I am almost positive you would have all been able to hear me swearing as I put that five dollar dress, back on the rack.