Hotep the Artist on Breasts

The blog I'm supposed to write is about expressing my thoughts on a  certain topic in writing. So that the world may view them as a text version of me. What do I feel like writing about today? That makes me shrug my shoulders at the computer screen.

I want to talk about boobs. Yes I feel like talking about titties, because. Look we all have them in one form or another and the media got so many of us fighting the laws of this planet. No fa real. Like we are earthlings down here and the gravity we live by is purposeful and individually different for each one of us. There are pressures and vacuums happening all over earth. So gravity strikes people differently, not to mention genetics and exercise and diet but so what?! For whatever reason many of our breasts decide to go with the flow and hang low. For centuries women have been breaking their backs to pick them up with girdles and bras and straps and wires and elastic daily just to keep them from their doom. Men?! What do men have to do with this ritual? What deity from which celestial body came down and made men want these anti-gravity Victioria's Secret angel titties? Curious enough to try looking at them, fake or real, men and women are drawn and drooling over these wonders of the world. Whether you're a real man or a down to earth girl you find yourself glued to these too!

But naturally. We are relieved to snap of our bra at the end of the day. We feel mentally freer without the bondage of bra straps. But are we redefining free? I was in a relationship where my man did not see me without my bra on if possible. Yes it gets like that. I was freer without him seeing my true form. That was free? I wanted to say Baby mine aren't like the ones on tv and if you don't like what diet and genes and the affects of gravity have had on me, I don't even want to know that you don't approve so I'll just keep hiding their natural hang so that Barbie and I will look more like the same. mmm Mmmm. mmmm That's not right. But I grew up to only look in the mirror and I began to like what they are. I think breasts are great. They are hilarious and divine, and through life they can be redefined as life givers through suction and love tremors through seduction and I love them.

Treat them kindly, because cancer is a thief. And the left one guards your heart even if they are small they are powerful and part of you. you caress and undress and release them to be free. Whenever you decide for them to be.