My mom took some of what she's learned about my journey and made it into a Dr. Suess-esque poem.
One boob, two boobs
Red boob, white boob.
Black boob, brown boob.
Old boob, new boob.
This one has a little scar.
This one has a little mar.
Say! What a lot of boobs there are!
Some boobs are thin.
Some boobs are fat.
The fat one has a little brown hat!
Some are sad.
Some are mad.
And some are very, very bad!
Why are they sad, mad, and bad?
I don't know.
But I am glad it's not my nads!
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