But nobody ever told me about the risk to my front elevation. It's large and matronly and has always been so. I remember a boy telling me, when I was about nineteen, that my boobs were like the Queen's - low slung! I was mortified. The Queen was, and still is, twenty-seven years older than me.
Back to the present day - I lament to Bert,
My boobs are destroyed with this bloody dieting. They're hanging to my waist!He says,
Not at all.I'm mollified. But he continues,
Sure it's just the one of them hanging to your waist.