I want a boob-reduction...

It's all in the Weston genes.

My grandma was beautiful and has handed down the best part of a long series of genetic formations to her daughters and subsequent female grand-daughters... Except that I'm the only grand-daughter following suit.

My daddy was her son and is a bit of a porker himself, bless his sweet tooth. I love him to pieces.

:)

And I am, most probably the youngest family member now to carry on the Weston Woman's Body.

BIG BUM, BIG THIGHS, BIG BOOBS... and a rather noticably BIGGER HEAD than average...

... Of which has caused numerous problems in the past.

1) MY HEAD // I was stood for a total 20 minutes behind-the-scenes at Graduation trying to find the right sized hat for my head. I think I tried on at least 20 different ones.

2) MY BUM // Despite getting squeezed an awful lot and being a perfect cushion for most things considered, there have been noticable (I'm not going to describe them, it's too painful) incidents regarding the said derriere that should not be uttered ever again in the future!

3) MY BOOBS // Do I need to stress the back pain I get on a regular basis, the sheer inappropriate 'getting-in-the-way'ness of these hooters and my morbid fear of running around in public in case I flash innocent bystanders or knock myself out with these puppies...

I'm sure you see my point.

If you're a dude, I'm sure you LOVE them. If you're a girl for that matter, I'm sure you love them too...

But now they're just getting in the way.

The other day I dragged two of my very unlucky friends around Manchester trying to find a green military coat for the winter but ended up having a very infantile spazz because none of them fitted me ON ACCOUNT OF MY HUMONGOUS TITS.

I always used to think that I needed them because they balanced out my also HUMONGOUS ARSE, but I really don't want them anymore. As soon as I get enough money and lose a little weight (I don't want to get rid of these nuisances only to make my arse look ridiculously out of proportion), I'm getting myself one of those bad boys.

Or more cringingly to the point, getting rid of those bad boys.

Mmm, it'll be emotional.