I recall a time when I was hanging out with my mom. She was seventy-six years old at the time and had biannual appointments with her array of doctors. After a breast examination, she was so proud to announce that Dr. Berrisford had told her that she had “the most ample, full, and beautiful breasts of anyone he had ever examined.”
She had been either unfashionable skinny in her youth, and uncomfortably overweight in middle age. I think she came to her own and hit her peak when she was in her 70’s. Her bosom was quite beautiful. Full, bounty. Upright and nurturing. I hope I look that good at her age.