Of all the compliments I've received in my life, never did I think "Hey, your boobs, they're smaller!" would be the best one, let alone acceptable! Do you know of any women who would take that as a compliment?
Yesterday I thought I would give a smaller bra a test drive, mine just didn't seem to be doing the job anymore. I took a deep breath and took my sweet time getting it on. When I pulled it up and I was fully prepared for too much batter coming out of the waffle iron. That was not the case my friends. Fit like a glove. Holy crap! Could this be true? There's no way, no way man!
I stood there in the mirror staring at myself, took a turn to the left, then to the right. Yep, the clown car is full and doors are closed. Everybody is inside and doing fine. I put my DDD pony out to pasture, said my goodbye's and did a rather loud "YESSSSS" with a fist pump happy to take my DD out for a spin!
I tried on a couple shirts that I was unable to wear because the buttons were spreading apart and voila, beautiful straight line. (insert me now doing to moon walk in celebration)
All this and only at 33 pounds down. What is the world going to be like in 33 more and 33 more after that? Hugging my Husband is kinda my favorite part right now. It's a much tighter hug and it doesn't hurt my girls, I'm liking that. Yes, very much.
This morning I stood there in my new bra, holding onto my girls (AKA my boobs) cupping them and staring in the mirror. My Husband gets a little giggle and a smile "Are you excited?".
Why yes I am, you betchya! Oh how it's the small things that please me!
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