So that happened.
I apparently have two unofficial, unintentional life goals going on right now:
1. To confuse and delight as many boys as possible with big words. Today it was "obsolescence."
2. To have the most enormous boobs ever seen on a 5'7" 119-pound body. The 34D's from VS barely fit and I have officially reached the point where my boobs bounce a ridiculous amount just from walking. I feel like I am going to need a support bra. Because it doesn't exactly hurt but it feels fucking weird and it's kind of inconvenient and I don't like it and I don't know how this happened or what to do about it.
1. To confuse and delight as many boys as possible with big words. Today it was "obsolescence."
2. To have the most enormous boobs ever seen on a 5'7" 119-pound body. The 34D's from VS barely fit and I have officially reached the point where my boobs bounce a ridiculous amount just from walking. I feel like I am going to need a support bra. Because it doesn't exactly hurt but it feels fucking weird and it's kind of inconvenient and I don't like it and I don't know how this happened or what to do about it.