Ye Gods, I do NOT need to suddenly grow hooters at 28 years of age! I got over all the adolescent BS and I'm fine with them like they are! Did my parents forget to invite some Evil Fairy to my birth-something-party and she decided to lay down a "I curse this girl-child to have her body randomly change every time she becomes accepting of how she looks!" thing? Chrissake, at this rate I'd better brainwash myself into some subservient-female self-loathing or I'm going to randomly wake up some day soon with a penis and a ZZ Top beard.
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