They get in the way when I type, run, lift, squat, ok maybe not when I squat but I can see them, there, huge as can be, taunting me.
What a problem to have huh, big boobs? I know there are many of you out there that love big boobs, wish they had them, wish they had a partner with them, but I am not one of those people.
Let me give you a short back-story here; when I was in grade 5, I don’t remember even thinking about them, then all of a sudden in grade 6, I was a 34 B!!! WTF?!?!? I missed a whole letter!!! What happened to the A, or the trainer? I actually thought the trainer bra was a dolly bra when I was a kid! HA! From that B, I quickly grew another size and when I got pregnant I went up at least another couple of sizes. A couple! That's 2! From an already big size! They caused strain on my back, my neck, my legs (I had to keep them upright somehow) and my typing, I felt like a tipping teeter totter, only weighted on the one side.
The first time I had lost weight, I noticed that these ginormous things deflating a little and then deflating a little more and finally some more. I was back into that B cup and was happy as a pig in mud, I really was. I know that deflated boobs may not be the prettiest of sights (remember I had nursed 2 kids for a year each on those things at that point) but I was ecstatic about them. I could run and jump, cook and finally type without anything getting in the way. It was my own little paradise and my husband’s personal little hell, but this is my body, my temple of joy. :)
So here I go again, awaiting and awaiting some more for these inflated balloons to deflate again so I can type quicker without making any mistakes and run carefree without getting smacked in the chin.
Until Next Time,
Live From the Inside Out,