Let's face it, some of us are more blessed than others in the between the shoulders area. I was given a figure that is not very blessed in that area at all. From a very young age, I noticed this, and always wished for more. More boobs, that is. Most people have always told me that I am beautiful just the way I am. Most people being my mother and aunts, so I think they have to say that, therefor I never counted it as truth. I have always thought that I would be much more balanced physically if I just had boobs that were bigger.
Well, in my pre-teens it just wasn't happening. All the other girls were growing chests and mine was staying pretty concave, I must say. Some people would call them mosquito bites and laugh, other friends gave them nicknames. My personal favorite nickname that my boobs were ever given was Mary Kate and Ashley. This was before the Olsen twins became famous for being anorexic and we just fondly remembered them as the twin babies from Full House. My friends thought of my boobs as baby boobs, which was really awesome for my self esteem.
Once I hit college, I maintained being skinny for a little while. I never gained what people call the "freshman 15". I gained what I call the "my boyfriend moved to California junior year 20". It's sort of the same thing, but a tad more depressing. I may be exaggerating with the 20 pounds, but I think I'm pretty on target, that throughout the last two years in college I put on about 20. Anyhow, because of these 20 pounds, something started to grow, my boobs!! It was just about the only prize I won for getting fat.
When I moved to California, I joined a gym pretty soon after because I wanted to start to lose my college weight. My left foot had other plans. I was on crutches for most of my first year in the sunny state, and put on a lot more weight because of that and all my excuses. "I can't work out because of my foot". Pretty sure I could have lifted some weights, but I digress. Point is, the boobs kept growing. I was almost able to fill a B cup. B cup!!! That was amazing to me! (I still used padded B's, so ladies with real B cup boobies would probably call me a liar had they seen me with nothing on.)
Since starting my new working out journey, my boobs have sadly begun to disappear. A wise woman once told me "first to come on, last to come off". Unfortunately for me, the boobs are one of the last things to grow for me, and the first thing to come off. It's just not fair. I know what you are thinking, that I should be happy that the fat around my chest and heart is going away, but the fact is I want bigger boobs still. I admit to being superficial and I just wish that other things would go away first like my inner thighs, upper arm fat or double chin. Can't a girl dream?
I am just hoping and praying that my boobs don't completely go back to being concave. If they do, I will deal and someday figure out a way to get the all too expensive implants. Yep, you read right, I really think I want to get them. But for now I just want to see how much weight I can lose and if it has to come off of my boobs, so be it. My most recent weight loss venture started in August, but I just wanted to point out that since January I have lost almost 20 pounds. If that's not encouraging to people who know how lazy I can be, I don't know what is. Hopefully by the end of the year, that number will be 30 and I will still have some boobs to speak of. Fingers crossed.
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