When I was 15, a boy inquired about going to the junior prom, never once taking his eyes off my enormous bosoms. I told him, "Oh yes, they'd be delighted to go." His baby blues widened as I continued, "They'll be ready by 7 p.m., but you need to return them safely back home and attached firmly to my torso by midnight."
Some women are blessed with breasts that seem perpetually perky. Others, like me, aren't so lucky. But there are a few things that may have pushed my boobs further south, before their time. I've learned that while I can't control my DNA, some activities do slow down -- or speed up -- the inevitable breast aging process.