Named Mildred and Unis, respectively.
Managing Frederick’s of Hollywood I learned that “girls” (trying to lessen the google pervs here) rarely come in matching pairs. One is always bigger. (Or smaller, if you subscribe to pessimism.) The difference between mine is an approximate 3/4 of a cup size. Mildred is a D.25 and Unis is a C.5.
That is until the PMS comes screaming into town.
Mildred takes a full cup size upon herself while Unis only compensates with maybe a quarter.
DD.25 on the left. C.75 on the right.
I have to be careful how I bend or move due to Mildred’s inability to stay safely housed in my, ahem, over shoulder boulder holder. And they hurt too, whoo, do they hurt. And for some reason no better than to make me cry, the moosh has dead on aim with her enormous head when the girls are at their most tender.
What’s really depressing? This isn’t even my most uncomfortable malady whilst on my womanly journey.
Remind me again? We get periods, pregnancy, menopause and a higher percentage of body fat while men get…um…well, I’m sure there’s something.
To pee standing up?
That hardly seems fair.