It’s Friday which means it is the day of the week that Hyacinth Jones encourages everyone to celebrate the wonderfulness that are boobs. I often struggle with how my body looks and the fact that over the last couple of years I have put on a bit of weight but even when I am feeling really crappy about my body that never seems to extend to my tits. I love my breasts, even though one is visibly bigger than other, they have little stretch marks, which are reminders of happy breast-feeding days, and gravity is not being that kind to them. There are many things about my body that in a fantasy world I might consider changing but my boobs are not one of those things. They are definitely not perfect but their imperfections are merely tiny details rather than dark shadows.