Putting on makeup and fighting with my face (Bad Face Day) reminded me of a conversation I had with BF over the holidays…

Me: I’m ugly.

BF (Having heard this Declaration of Ugliness a gazillion times): Yes, you are.

Me: What?!? You’ve really got to work on this whole boyfriend-thing. You’re not supposed to agree with me. You’re supposed to say “no, you’re not, it’s all in your head, you just think you do, but really, you look just perfect”. Got it?

BF: Yes.

Me: I’m ugly.

BF: No, you’re not, it’s all in your head, you just think you do, but really, you look just perfect.

Me: Aww, thank you! I love you. And I really think we’re going to make a good boyfriend out of you one day.

BF: I am a good boyfriend.

Me: No, you’re not. You said I’m ugly.

BF: I didn’t say you’re ugly.

Me: You agreed with me when I said I’m ugly. That’s the equivalent of saying I’m ugly.

BF: *dry voice, shaking his head* You should run for office.

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The other day My Friend With Huge Boobs and I were chatting about shopping for lingerie (in the school cafe, no less!) The transcript would read something like this.

My Friend With Huge Boobs: Sometimes it’s really nice to shop for underwear. You find a ton of things and they fit. But sometimes, you can try on a huge pile of stuff and nothing fits! It’s so weird.

Me: I guess it depends on a day.(Note: I meant that some days you’re bloated, or you have your periods or something like that.)

My Friend With Huge Boobs: You mean, some days your boobs just won’t behave?

Me: *laughing* Yeah. Bad Boobs Day.