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These Breasts Are Real and They're Mine

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This week's post is a little different. While I typically focus on style, trends and what's hot, I recently noticed something that had me intrigued. And with all my recent talk about confidence, it's piqued my interest. I wonder whether it's a lack of confidence that creates this fascination, whether it's simply curiosity or whether it's something else entirely...

If you missed the first episode of The Bachelor Canada, then you missed all the boob talk. Boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs. There. Now you're all caught up. There was a great deal of talk about whose boobs were fake, whose were real and how to tell. One bachelorette said that she just knew how to spot them. I must have been born without that gene.

I know that many men are obsessed with boobs, but I had no idea that some women are too. Why is it that some women are so fascinated with whether or not another woman's breasts are "real" or "fake"?

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Is it only the women that haven't had any augmentation that are concerned or do women that have had some sort of enhancement care too? And why do they care? Are they merely looking out for humankind or is it really the green-eyed monster rearing its ugly head?

Here's another thing I'm confused by: all this talk about "real" and "fake." If a woman's breasts aren't real, then what are they? Imaginary? Did I just pretend to see them?

And what exactly is a "fake" boob? Because whether or not a woman's breast is filled with tissue, saline or silicone, it's still a breast. Is a potato stuffed with cheese no longer a potato? I rest my case.

One last question: what's with all the talk about ownership? "Oh, no. Those aren't hers. She's had them done." Really. Then whose are they? I think that if a woman drops thousands of dollars on a couple little bags of fluid, they're hers. Perhaps she should carry her receipt around to prove it.

Here's the thing: you don't see men wasting precious time discussing whether or not a woman's breasts are "real." They're too busy enjoying the view and devising ways of getting their hands on them.

Perhaps we women should take our cue from the men (other than the hand thing). If we see another woman with what we suspect to be implants, maybe we should just enjoy the view and wish her well. Maybe we should respect each other's right to choose, focus on ourselves, live and let live.

And in case anyone has the nerve to ask, just tell them the truth. They're real, and they're all mine.