By Melissa Stephans

Am I the only person in Los Angeles without fake breasts?  Possibly.

At times–usually during a night on the town–I notice the hoards of artificially enhanced women around me and begin to feel like a 12-year-old girl waiting to grow.  I  try to compensate in other ways–by having better style, makeup, and conversation than your average Angeleno.  Though I’ve fought the good fight, I’m officially worn out and have decided to get Falsies…

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