Current mood: chipper
When I was in college I wore a 36 C. This is the perfect breast size ever. It is full enough to be sexy and small enough to put the fun in functional. We all know that breasts were made for nursing, but come on. That is such a short amount of time for most of us. (I have actually witnessed the exceptions to that rule moms with 7 or 8 kids (gasp) and moms that nurse until their children were 5 (what the hell, this is not a third world country).)
Well, I must say the days of the 36 C are gone for now. I am a 38 DD and I hate it. Paul doesnt complain, what man would? However, I am ready to reduce, reuse, recycle whatever!
My friend, Sonya, a notorious movie watcher, told me the secret of breasts in your 20s vs. breasts in your 30s. Just raise your arms, she says as she waves her hands over her head. Arms up, 20s, arms down, 30s. As she repeats this over and over, while laughing about the scene from The Sweetest Thing.
Standing in front of the mirror I wave my hands over my head. Not even close to 20s. Two more inches higher and maybe. Damn. Gravity has taken over and I dread the next eye-opening experience as I watch Going Tribal. Someday, my breasts will be there too.
When I turn 35 I am going under the knife. Done deal. I will take out a second on the house to get it done, but I am having my tits lifted and decreased in volume. Cup runneth over is nice, but cup comfortably fit to the top is just fine with me. Plus, I am not running all over the SCA campgrounds in the summer with a corset making my rib cages come together ever again.
I will also pay the extra money to have the double part of my chin taken out. It is hereditary (thanks mom!) and so is the eyelid skin I wish to part with. My mother had these two procedures done when she was 40. She is in her 60s now and still looks great.
That is all I am going to share for now. Gotta go!
June 8, 2006
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