Yesterday I saw the most perfect woman. She had to have been reformulated. Reconstructed surgically! No one is born like that, not even Barbi.
There is no judgment in this post. It’s all wonderment.
She wasn’t overly tall – maybe 5’ 5” at most. What was so striking were the perfect globes on the top – large, perfectly round breasts that stuck out of her abbreviated clothes.
It wasn’t warm here. It was 50 degrees. That’s not shorts weather especially coming at the end of a cold, cold winter. She had a short skirt on – really short, bare legged with spike heels. As my mother would say, “the skirt barely covered the hairline!” (My mother said the most unpredictable things! Thank God I’m not at all like her.)
Her waist rivaled Scarlet O’Hara’s 18 incher – tiny, tiny, tiny! She had small hips and slim legs. She was a thin person. She had a body that should be topped by a 32B cup at most. In fact, that would look voluptuous!
There I was looking at 36DDs but perfect and round, high and shiny. Not droopy or hangy like those big puppies usually get.
We exchanged some pleasantries. Yes, I can do that even when I am distracted. She was pretty with long, dark hair but the body was definitely out of proportion.
I don’t focus on these things. Normally this would be a fleeting glance that would barely register but holy cow! Them puppies were big! Did I mention perfectly round.
After some thought (very little) I concluded that she has one helluva plastic surgeon. They were unnatural. They belonged to a bigger woman. When the outcome is matched to the body, you shouldn’t be able to tell.
I am the one who can’t tell if someone had work done anywhere. I always miss the telltale signs. Mostly I don’t care but this one would only fool a blind person.
So, have you seen something that almost knocked you over by its absurdity?
PS: As I looked for artwork to complement this post I ended up on a real reconstruction “before and after” site. Yikes! We are not created equal, even from side to side on the same person!