This Sunday, marching in Washington DC, the sun comes out, a girl (friend of a friend), takes off her sweater and underneath she is wearing a tank top, no bra. She is much taller than me, so her breasts about about my level. So yeah, while talking to her, I found it hard to look at her face - and this is why. Her anatomy is so different from mine (me being a rather small-chested girl and her, not) - her tank top began about 3 inches below where my nipples would be located (exposing some 4-5 inches of breast). It puzzled the heck out of me! To me, that looked as foreign and unusual as it would to a men. I was just trying to figure out how that works.

heehee.


The only thing that sustains one through life is the consciousness of the immense inferiority of everybody else, and this is a feeling that I have always cultivated.
-The Remarkable Rocket, Oscar Wilde