I remember Linsey just over three years ago sitting in a chair and measuring her own bust. She was wearing a bra and a stretchy top.
She pulled the tape around herself and looked at the numbers. Thirty-nine.
"Ow, that don't sound very impressive," she said, and burst out laughing.
She accepted that whatever the tape measure had just told us, her breasts were still just as big as they'd been when she got out of bed that morning. And that was pretty huge, whichever way you looked at them.
If Linsey could laugh about her most vital statistic's apparently falling way short of everyone's expectations, why should it be upsetting for her fans who seem to be obsessed with the arithmetic?