The boobs.
The breasts.
The basoomas.
They are deflating!
I never had big ones to begin with. I was probably a 34B, long before I ever started gaining some serious weight in my early twenties. Pin-up material I was not.
Yeah, I know there are trade-offs to losing major poundage, particularly when you're forty-something. I realize that I probably won't have the means to finance a breast lift/boob job when all of this is through, unless I win the lottery or attract my own Daddy Warbucks once I've gone bombshell blonde.
(Oh yes, you BET I'm going blonde!)
Do I worry about it now? Not too much.
Do I worry about it now? Not too much.
But I might soon be buying stock in the Starlight Bra company ...
Anybody else want in?
I hear you on the deflation! I've gone from a 48I to a 42G. It's awesome! But, the extra skin and wrinkles aren't. Oh well. I'll live with it.
ReplyDeleteI figure it was never my boobs that kept me from buckling the seat belt, anyway.
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