Of what? You might ask.
The shrinking boobs of my fellow weight loss bloggers, that's what.
I read laments about shrinking boobage and I just want to scream in frustration and envy. My boobs just aren't shrinking all that much. And they are so immense that I keep expecting them to get smaller as the rest of me does. My band size is shrinking. But, after 110 pounds of fat loss, I am still wearing the same fucking cup size!!!!!
Now, I will grant you, when I started this whole thing, I was overflowing those cups. But still... I expected serious boob shrinkage. I am hoping that as I continue to lose, this will eventually happen. Please! Let it happen!
I need to haul out my sewing kit and take another couple of tucks in my bra band or else my humongous boobs will pull my band up in the back and it will fly up over the back of my head. Like a giant boob wedgie.
I have dreams about having a radical, major reduction, one of these days. Literally dream about it. One morning, I woke from one of those dreams, in which I had perky little ta-tas and still had my big old hanging waist length bajongas and I burst into tears.
Yeah. I hate my boobs. An I cup sucks. Big green donkey dicks.
If you have a more petite bust line, get down on your knees and thank your deity of choice.
I am praying that mine will see fit to inspire my insurance company to pay for my reduction, when the time comes.