the day that my man boobs decided to be a part of me, my sense of machismo died.
i was always teased about them. hey have built their lives on me being pissed every time i look in the mirror. even if i turn to my side, they protrude like a young girl hitting puberty. i hate them.
however, i am guilty of harboring them. i eat a lot and i do not exercise. but, why am i "blessed" with boobs? i did not ask for them.
please Lord, let it not be gynecomastia! i will eat healthily now... please!?
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how does that Zen proverb go again? don't be frustrated after having planted and cultivated corn the whole year, you harvest no rice. it is just so.
haha. thanks for reminding me...
lol.
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