boobs, r.i.p.

i treasured my tatas for their sexiness. my cleavage for quick service at a bar or 'i want you NOW' looks from my man. the inherent ability to look fab in v-neck shirts and adorable bras. they were fabulous. were. :(

let's fast forward oh, about 9 months- pregnancy took its toll. my beautiful bosom now has those stupid squiggly stretchmarks- wtffff! i lotioned up with everything and they were the first to go. cocoa butter was no match for my raging hormones.

now as I'm breastfeeding my daughter, they are more like milky moo udders than the glorious girls they once were. will they ever be the same? do plastic surgeons offer layaway?

one thing is for sure- they some milk making machines. I'm lucky enough to stay home with my baby so its open bar all day. if that bar was warm pumped milk. oh did i say pumped?? welcome to my crazy life of breast pumps, a new baby and my kitten with 6 toes.

and the hot rack that was once flash-worthy.