So today’s sad story about the malfunctioning French breast implants kinda gets in my craw. And, you know, industrial-grade silicone contained in a bag in the body is one thing, but when it  leaks out into the system, that’s entirely another. What I still can’t figure out, and I’ve given it some thought, is why on earth would someone actually think its cool to put bags of silicone in their boobs in the first place. Sure, they didn’t know it was the bad silicone, right? Perhaps the nice, healthy silicone would have been just peachy had it leaked out. Look, I’m not ragging on anyone, and I have friends who have done this to themselves, but I sure don’t get it. And this “I’m doing it for me, to feel good about myself” line is complete bullshit because I can guarantee you that if there were no men on this earth we would all be completely happy with ourselves. Symbol of femininity, my Ass (hey, now there’s a curve you can be proud of; no one ever put silicone in their butts [did they? oh lord I bet they have])!

I like Belle’s boobs and I cannot lie (they’re completely natural after all).

P.S. Just a side note: I’m completely, 100 percent, for it when called-for on a serious medical level (cancer, injury, etc.).