I haven't got a spare hour to read the whole thread so sorry if I repeat something.
I don't give a shit what other ladies want to do with their bosoms. I don't want to wage political war in the inside of anyone's bra. Have implants, have natural boobs, have a tattoo of another nipple next to the one you've already got, whatever. I don't appreciate anyone elses concern about what I want to do with mine. I'll worry about my own norks, thanks.
I don't want boobs off the telly. My dream boobs are my own boobs about ten years ago, before I put on and lost a bunch of weight and before breastfeeding. You wanna know why? Yeah, they looked pretty perky back then but that isn't it. These saggy old chest ball bags of mine used to have feelings. I used to like having them squeezed and so on. Not any more. I can't feel a damn thing.
That makes me sad. I liked them having a sexual purpose in life. That sexuality had nothing to do with culture. It had to do with me thinking, "that's rather pleasant" when I first got a boyfriend with wandering hands.
Maybe next year I'll fancy blowing some cash on restoring my chest again. I don't like being able to fold over enough loose skin to hide my nipple. ME. It's ME who doesn't like that. Not shitting society. I'm not so empty headed that I'm incapable of making rational decisions about my own chest while standing next to a poster of a large breasted lady.
To summarize - piss off my tits!