Mourning the loss.

I feel like it was just yesterday when they were with me. We'd grown up together...I don't know what happened. No one ever talks about the dangers, it's all happy healthy talk until you're blindsided getting dressed one Friday night and things aren't what they used to be. All you hear about are the benefits of diet and exercise, well what about the victims? Yeah, the victims, the breasts...what about them? What...about...them?!?! I knew with all the running that my jeans would fit better, that I'd have more energy and less stress, but I wasn't expecting this. I didn't even get to say goodbye. Almost the last thing I did was complain about them; how they made finding clothes so much more difficult and don't get me started on bathing suits...let's just say that line between sexy and skanky was very small. I used to think that they were a burden, now I see that they were a blessing...a gift. It's funny how hindsight can be so cruel. I wonder if they're happy, if they've gone to a better place. I like to think that maybe they packed their bags and went San Francisco to hang out with the beatniks and poets. That'd be nice...yeah, that'd be nice.