Another Growth Spurt
My boobs are growing. No, I’m not imagining it. They hurt and are noticeably bigger. And I had an independent researcher look at them to confirm it.
I went bra shopping a few weeks ago. Georgia, the ever so helpful Victoria’s Secret employee, offered to measure me and I accepted. It’d been about 6 months, and while I was certain I was still the same size, it’s always good to get a second opinion. Chest size the same, a bit smaller, but the same. Cup size the same, but on the border of DD. On the border of DD! WTF?! My boobs are large enough, thank you very much. I don’t need them any larger.
No I’m not gaining weight. I’ve started weighing myself weekly to check. Sure I fluctuate 5 pounds up the week before my period, but I drop back down again. I’m losing inches here and there. I’m sure if I went to the gym or ran I’d lose a few more pounds. But I’m quite content using dance classes as my workout time. So why in God’s name are they growing?
If I had a smaller chest I’d be happy. I guess it’d be what I’d always dreamed of and hoped to achieve in life. I’d revel in the shirts that would show off my newly discovered assets. I’d work them to my advantage and be awed by the fact that guys were always staring at my boobs.
But I don’t have a smaller chest. I have an abundance of chest - the largest I’ve ever wanted to be. I’d be quite content if I dropped a cup size to be perfectly frank.
Yes, I’m sure in 20 years I’ll look back at this and laugh. But now they just hurt. And get in the way of daily activities. And they really hurt when I dance, even with super expensive supportive sports bras.
Hopefully this is just a phase. My boobs will get the memo and go back to normal. Until then, don’t be alarmed if you see me grab my chest if I’m in a bumpy car ride. I’m just trying to protect myself from the pain.
I went bra shopping a few weeks ago. Georgia, the ever so helpful Victoria’s Secret employee, offered to measure me and I accepted. It’d been about 6 months, and while I was certain I was still the same size, it’s always good to get a second opinion. Chest size the same, a bit smaller, but the same. Cup size the same, but on the border of DD. On the border of DD! WTF?! My boobs are large enough, thank you very much. I don’t need them any larger.
No I’m not gaining weight. I’ve started weighing myself weekly to check. Sure I fluctuate 5 pounds up the week before my period, but I drop back down again. I’m losing inches here and there. I’m sure if I went to the gym or ran I’d lose a few more pounds. But I’m quite content using dance classes as my workout time. So why in God’s name are they growing?
If I had a smaller chest I’d be happy. I guess it’d be what I’d always dreamed of and hoped to achieve in life. I’d revel in the shirts that would show off my newly discovered assets. I’d work them to my advantage and be awed by the fact that guys were always staring at my boobs.
But I don’t have a smaller chest. I have an abundance of chest - the largest I’ve ever wanted to be. I’d be quite content if I dropped a cup size to be perfectly frank.
Yes, I’m sure in 20 years I’ll look back at this and laugh. But now they just hurt. And get in the way of daily activities. And they really hurt when I dance, even with super expensive supportive sports bras.
Hopefully this is just a phase. My boobs will get the memo and go back to normal. Until then, don’t be alarmed if you see me grab my chest if I’m in a bumpy car ride. I’m just trying to protect myself from the pain.