Jillian Approved: Humor, News and Nonsense

So I have big breasts. It’s not unusual for people to stare and beg to rub things on them, only to leave disappointed when I refuse. As a teen, the heat missiles strapped to my chest were good for drawing the attention of seedy men. I remember how pimps used to hit on me, ensuring I would never opt for a life on the street. Nothing made the walk home from school more uncomfortable than hearing shouts of, “Damn gurl, bring those juicy D’s over to Daddy!” This of course, was cause for offense. If I were ever going to sell myself, why have a middle man? Surely I’d be better off NOT having someone beat me and take half of my money? That’s just Bad Business 101. No way those fools were gonna play me.

More about 'big ole titties'...

Ill-fitting garments are nothing new. We’ve all been somewhere, either alone or with a friend, and have witnessed it: a poor soul wearing a shirt or pants several sizes outside their neighborhood. We might gawk, politely look away, or pull out our camera in an attempt to snap a photo (or is that just me?). Now I’m not trying to talk about anybody, but…. DAMN. What is the problem? Do their homes lack mirrors? Are their friends or loved ones too chicken shit to tell them how they really look? When (or IF for that matter) they look in the mirror, who exactly are they seeing?

This has to stop. People need to realize when an outfit is just not working.

More about the severely unflattering...