Photo by Randy Johnson, hairstyling by Bombshell Betty.

Well, they are.  In fact, they may well be bigger than yours.  (Unless you’re obese, then you win.  Or do you?  But I digress.)

I never really noticed how outsized they are until other people pointed it out to me.
“Dude, those are huge!  Are those real?”

Irritating?  Yes.  Degrading?  A smidgen.  But I’ve grown accustomed to the commentary, as well as to the subject–though I still cringe at how much attention they garner if I wear anything fitted or go for a sprint.  Men don’t seem to mind them, but they still make me self-conscious, and I feel like women silently judge my character (or, let’s face it, lack thereof) because of them.

But, like most things one cannot change without invasive surgery, I’ve grown to embrace them.  You can too, if you ask nicely.

God, you perverts.  I was talking about my calves. But since that got your attention, it’s Breast Cancer Awareness Month, so go here and make sure mine–and yours, and your mom’s–stay healthy.