want syrup with that waffle?

i'm waffling.

my dilemma is so incredibly small compared to so many others.

that only adds to the shallow vanity of it all.

i recognize.

i feel incredibly blessed that this is my biggest life dilemma right now.

it hasn't always been this way, that's for sure.

i inquired about losing my deposit if i back out of my 2nd surgery.

the answer is that i won't.

"i'm waffling", i explained.

they understand waffling she said. it's very normal.

while shopping, i tried on bras today.

my freshly lifted lovelies are a 34DD.

without the implants.

trust me when i say that sounds far bigger than they appear.

kind of like the warning on the sideview mirror on my car.

i'm not looking for too much added size, mostly a shapelier shape.

not sure if shapelier is a word.

spell check says it is.

you know that tell-tale sign that a woman has had breast implants?

those high perky ultra-round boobies that defy gravitational pull?

i want those.

my dr. assures me that look is not natural.

i told him i don't care.

he laughed and said he hears that often.

to do or not to do.

vanity over reality?

obsession of perfection?

roundly moundly beautiful or is just ok really ok?

waffle. waffle. waffle.

if only this could be my only problem all the time.

i am blessed.

beyond blessed.

waffle.