“I was snapping bras left and right throughout high school,” Amora Lee said. “I remember when I started working–that’s when I saw the Oprah show with a bra fitter–I told my older co-worker, ‘I need to get measured. Where would I need to go to get measured?’ I went to three different stores in Orlando because everybody said to go to Lane Bryant. Victoria’s Secret is a joke for me. I was wearing them when I realized I had on the wrong-size bra.”
As a naturally chesty super-babe, Amora gets the usual question.
“What gets me the most is that I get asked all the time if my boobs are real. I say, ‘Of course they’re real. Where would I get the money to purchase boobs this big?’ And they’re like, ‘No, they can’t be,’ and I’ll say, ‘Yeah, they are.’ When I eat, you know how some people say it goes to their stomach or their thighs? No. When I eat, it stops at my breasts first and then it might disperse a little to my stomach and a little to my thighs but it always starts at my breasts.”
The fact is, no one can buy the kind of boobs Amora is blessed with, and that’s not fake news.
