People have called me a cow for years because I developed too much, so I finally decided to get breast reduction surgery.
My husband's friends teased him for having no luck, saying the woman he married was turning from a big woman into a small one.
But he stayed firm. "As long as my wife is happy, I'll support whatever she chooses!"
Grateful for his encouragement, I was about to go to the hospital when I heard a little boy's thoughts.
[That bitch is really getting breast reduction surgery. It'll stop us from drinking breast milk and weaken our immune systems, giving us fevers that fry our brains! We'll have to rely on Dad and Auntie to kill her and avenge us!]
My heart skipped a beat, and I stopped in the middle of taking a number.
Then I heard a little girl's thoughts.
[You're talking nonsense. Mom getting breast reduction surgery will actually help her breasts, and make Dad love her more. Our family will only be happy and harmonious after she gets it done. Mom, take a number. I support you!]
[You're the liar! That bitch better not take a number, or when I get a little older, I'll take her down with me!]
