Put Your Breasts Away — This Isn’t Europe
Boobs at Barton Springs
I’m at the age when I’m more worried about my breast health than breast sexiness. I don’t put on swimsuits and wonder how my boobs look in them. I wear swimsuits that are functional.
If I’m swimming laps, I wear something that keeps my girls from flopping out. If I’m at the lake with my son, I wear a suit minorly more sexy than a full-on mom suit. But the boobs stay covered because I’m not in Europe and I’ve grown weary of oglers.
I recently visited one of my best friends in Austin, Texas. I’ve known this woman over thirty years. We were walking along Barton Springs, one of Austin’s local treasures. This natural spring pool is three acres in size, and it is fed from underground springs. It’s heaven on earth.
My bestie and I walked around its periphery, catching up, talking about our kids, marveling at our fortune of getting to see each other after three long years.
We noticed a lot of bare breasts on our walk. Wow, I said. I’m not used to that. I don’t think you’re allowed to go topless in the Midwest.
We noticed all the women going topless in Barton Springs had tiny breasts, the kind that didn’t require bras. There were no big meaty breasts, saggy breasts, buxom breasts, stretch-marked breasts, wide nippled…
