My body ate my boobs
International Kit Kat/chocolate cookie sampler w/ berries.
Over the past two years my body has changed a lot, but my chest remained about proportionally the same. I’ve had a love/hate relationship with my cup size since I was 15. On the one hand, giant boobs are cuddly and great. On the other, bra fittings/cost, neck pain, blah blah blah. I’ve been considering a reduction even. Over the past month I swear I’ve lost at least two cups of volume out of nowhere. (never fear, I’ve got a size rec from A Bra that Fits, but I plan to go into a trusted store)
I should be happy, right? I’ve wanted a smaller chest. Instead I’m feeling discombobulated and a bit like a stranger in my own body. Something that has been a defining feature for me (and, to be honest, something others have emphasized for decades), is gone without my intent.
but, I did get to wear a bralette without the straps threatening to slice through my traps the other day.
edit: I‘m plugged into different medical teams atm due to a chronic condition and heightened risk of breast cancer, so please allay any concerns. I’ve got people who know my medical history and history of body changes in my corner.