You know how they have those books, “Everybody Poops”, etc.?
Well, they should have “I’m sorry, honey, but those ARE going to shrink.”
When I went to Victoria’s Secret today? A CUP! A! F*#*(@ING CUP! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT HAS BEEN SINCE I HAVE HAD AN A CUP?
Ath GRADE! Or thereabouts!
I knew that after I started running again I lost some weight, as evidenced by my woefully empty b cups, but when the lady who does the fitting pronounced me an “A”. I was so positive that she was wrong that I would’ve bet my first born child on it. When I actually stepped into the dressing room and saw that she was HOLY COW! GOOD AT HER JOB! AND ACTUALLY RIGHT! I didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry, and I believe that my eyes actually teared up. Momma tried to soothe my woes by telling me that my back was tapered and that I looked athletic and had a great figure, but….
It’s kind of like a banana split without the banana. It’s just not the same.
Do you feel my pain? Do you internets? Because now, not only do I have noticeably UNEVEN TA TAS, but they are shrinking, too.
Fabulous.
Or, as the appropriately morose dh put it, “Poor tiny boobies.”
*sob*.
