Having a mammogram sucks. You can’t wear deodorant, and if you do, you need to wipe it off. It hurts, they smash your boobs into flat pancakes. And, you must hold your breath for the photo. Ok…so now I smell, my tiny boobs that I already am not proud of are even grosser looking, and I am about to pass out from holding my breath.
But, you know what really sucks? Cancer. No one wants it, no one wants to know someone with it. So, now I’ll go get my mammogram, bring some deodorant and quit complaining about my tiny non-cancerous boobs.