you may recall
Mothers can say things…
Only a mother can
“well honey when you fix your hair, we can go”
“um… Mom… it is fixed”
“Oh… I see”
“how do you expect to find a man when you look like shit”
During Mom’s visit,
We went shopping,
We went a lot of places…
Is large busted.
An issue I do not have.
After 2 ½ hours
And no water…
I was being to hallucinate
Something about George Clooney and chocolate sauce…
I can’t say any more.
I had to address the situation.
“Mom, is there seriously not one bra in Bali,
(all 24,000 square feet),
that will make the girls happy?”
I have miffed my mama.
You are so small,
you can really buy your bras anywhere.”
(she stopped short of saying at the Children’s Place…
But she was headed there).
You know I just got measured at Nordstrom’s
They measured me two ENTIRE sizes bigger than what I thought.
I am am now a 3_X size.”
(Feel the actual size is too much to share but…
lets just say when you go from the size of an M&M to a Milk Dud…
It is not a major developmental accomplishment.)
I am proud,
Proud of my growing boobalas.
Being my Mom.
Squashed my new found confidence, with a large mallet.
The great Whac-A-Mole.
Where are THEY?”
As if… they were hiding.
Ego fully in check now,