Holly Hagan, Flipping Implants

Remember all my posts about implants and how I don't really like them?
I mean, what with the exploding implants, not just once, but twice?
And the random leaking?
And all sort sof other ones?
Yeah, I think you remember now.
Anyhow, on to my point.

Holly Hagan from Geordie Shore (Jersey Shore knockoff? I don't know, if I wanted to watch orange people, I will watch Willy Wonka, thanks.) had her implants flip around.
Inside her boobs.

FOR NO REASON.

Picture from uk.omg.yahoo.com

This is Holly by the way, looking relatively cheering, considering just a short while ago she was quoted as saying, "My nipples were pointing to the floor. I had the boobs of a 90-year-old woman – I’ve seen grannies with better boobs than I had!"

Uhm, one.
Gross.
Two.
Why are you checking out old lady boobs?
I call fetish.

Apparently the implants moved around because she lost weight, which I didn't know really happened, but apparently it does.
Here's a quote about what that was like. (NOT FOR THE WEAK STOMACHED WITH A GOOD VISUAL IMAGINATION)

"I remember being in the shower and because there was so much saggy skin the implant could move around. It was flipping inside of me and turned back to front. It was scary. I was like: ‘What the hell’s happened? I eventually managed to flip the implant back round by myself, but I was too scared to touch them or do anything. I was petrified."

DAMN STRAIGHT.

That's freaking terrifying.

 

So I hope I've talked someone out of a boob job, other then my roommate. 

Your boobs are wonderful, and if you think they look like old lady boobs, ditching your bra SUPPOSEDLY helps.

I'm still skeptical.

(oYo)

Booblogger

Dear Walgreens Lady, I Don't Want to See Your Boobs

You know how people who are doctors don't tell people that they're doctors, because of the fact that people then start showing them the gross weird scabby bits they have that need looking after?

Apparently, as a bra fit specialist, I get the same deal, but with breasts.

Sadly, this is not as exciting as one might imagine. 

Example:

I was at Walgreens a few days ago with a friend of mine before we went to dinner. While perusing the aisles, I found they sell the Ah bra. I have been debating getting one so I can stop making allegations about it and find out the truth, but I didn't feel like getting one then, and promptly started ranting about it instead.

And this lady just comes a wandering over after eyeballing me and listening to me rant about it, and starts talking.

Not to me mind you, but kind of to the bras.

"Oh, what's this? The Ah bra.... Ohhhhh.... Hmmmm." And she's looking at me out of the corner of her eye as she reaches for one, and it took all the self control I have not to slap it out of her hands and scream "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" and then shake some sense into her.

But, luckily I am a master of self control, and I very calmly stated my profession and my personal beliefs as to why such a product would be ultimately unhelpful.

And she starts just telling me about how she used to have these great breasts out to here and she lost weight and now, "they're like thin flabby pancakes of skin that just hang down" while kind of shaking them towards me.

Now look folks.

I am a bra fit specialist. I see boobs everyday, and I'm used to it.

But that's at work. We are in public, and I am in no way getting paid to look at your flabby pancake breasts.

Sorry, but that's just how it goes.

So please, try to refrain from filling my mind with terrifying mental images of pancake breasts and old ladies.

I'd really appreciate it.

Sincerely,

Booblogger

(oYo)