Under normal circumstances I would not be posting pictures of my cleavage online, however, it seems that there is a recent uproar on HUSI regarding boobs and the mere topic thereof, which got me annoyed. That coupled with what I have just been through in the last 3 weeks, spurred me on to do this diary. FlightTest was actually shocked when I asked him to take the photos that have been posted here. Why?, you may ask, because, I am admittedly somewhat of a prude when it comes to my body. Being slightly overweight doesn’t help matters much either. I can remember the days when I tried to do the exercises to increase my bust size. I am sure many of the females on HUSI can remember the chant, “I must, I must, I must increase my bust!” By the time I was in high school I could hold a pencil under my boob without it falling to the ground. At the time this was the way to determine if you had large breasts. Those were only B cups. When I got married the first time, we were trying to get pregnant so I was put on fertility drugs, which the doctor forgot to mention were steroids. I never got pregnant but my boobs crept up to a C cup. When I went through the divorce I lost 45 pounds but none of it was from my boobs. That was the time I really should have taken advantage of my feminine curves, but alas I was too shy to show off my assets. Getting married the second time to my best friend, FT I got very comfortable and put on some weight, increasing my bust to a D cup. I would complain due to the excess weight of carrying them around all the time. I get the deep groves in my shoulders and can’t wait to get my bra off as soon as I get home. I find them extremely uncomfortable, but going braless is also uncomfortable, especially if running, riding horses or roller coasters, etc. Basically, anything that makes them bounce makes them hurt. I have started a fitness class in the hopes I could get the extra weight off while also toning and firming my body with the plan that I would be a nice “trophy” on hubbies arm. It was also my intention to have a reduction with a lift. We have a saying in the FlightTest household, “You want perky, you pay for perky.” I am grateful that FT likes smaller boobies as I really would prefer to have something between an A & B cup. Finding out I had breast cancer and needed a lumpectomy was not the way I wanted to reduce the size of my tit however (besides which it is only on one side). My next diary will have the whole gruesome story of the diagnosis & the surgery (preliminary report is they got all the cancer & it was not in the lymph nodes). So in a way this diary is a farewell to my cleavage the way it was. I do not yet know what it looks like now as bandages prevent me from seeing anything. They remain until Sunday. Stay tuned for the whole story sometime within the next week or so.
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