Let's talk about breasts, baby...
...let’s talk about you and me. Let’s talk about all the good things and the bad things that may be, let’s talk about breasts. Let’s talk about breasts. (I would now like to offer my formal, written apology to Salt n Pepa for adapting their 1991 hit, “Let’s Talk About Sex” as my blog post title. It was too far, and yet, I couldn’t make myself not do it). Boobs have been on my mind a lot lately. Specifically, my boobs. (Although the consideration of others’ boobs have also factored in). Believe it or not, today I want to talk about extra skin (surprise, surprise), and my ongoing journey of living in a smaller body than I previously did. Okay, so here’s the T. With weight loss, my boobs went from a H cup to a D cup. But I am actually pretty sure that it would be a C cup if all the extra skin didn’t exist. That's a 5-6 cup-size difference. Bra sizes go like this: AA, A, B, C, DD, DDD, F, G, H… Don’t ask me why it is this way-- I have no answer. Bra sizes were clearly create
