The year in review (or 7 months w/ 1 set of boobs, 5 w/ another)

Lots of stuff happened this year. I guess it always does. 12 months is a long time for things to happen. Some big things, some little things. Both of these things can pertain to my boobs.

I was not an early developer. I wasn't like some of the girls you see today who have growing chests at age 9, 10 or 11. Nope, not me. You would think that to grow a big chest you would have to cultivate that garden for a long time. I swear that I just woke up one day around 15 and BOOM! there they were. Wow. Yeah. Look. Actually don't look.

I felt like they were always in my way. Especially when I still took dancing.

To think I used to be able to dance. Never mind, that's another blog entry.

I never liked the attention I got because of them. I only wanted the right kind of attention and for the right reasons. Not because I was lucky/unlucky enough to grow these 2 mountainous mounds of flesh.

I could never go braless or strapless or backless. I couldn't wear those cute tank tops or camis with the "built-in bra". Built for who I really don't know but not me!

My mother somehow relented just one time into letting me wear a strapless dress. It was for my junior prom. She said I would be pulling and tugging it up all night. I told her that I wouldn't. I lied. Dammit! I hate when she's right!

Funny story: The reason my other half ever agreed to go out with me was for this exact reason! They told him I had big boobs! That's okay, I was just as superficial. They told me he had a black Jeep Wrangler. When you are 17 and 18 years old, your priorities tend to be, let's say, a little different.

In 2011, I was lugging around 38DD's for 6 months and 25 days because on July 25, I had a reduction. I had timed it perfectly to happen exactly 1 month before my sis lost 8 pounds 3 ounces of herself. When she had my nephew. We were in direct competition for my mom's attention. I knew I had to get all I could before the coming of the Messiah or I didn't stand a chance! It's often handy to have a mother who is also a nurse.

The remainder of the year has been spent with much smaller boobs. Much smaller. Sometimes I feel rather microscopic. I think every plastic surgeon must promise everyone, and I mean everyone, the perfect full C cup size. Not exactly. I lost almost 3 pounds of flesh. Yeah, yeah my neck and back don't hurt as much. But I kind of mourn their loss.

All in all it was a good thing.

My bells will be ringing in a much smaller, quieter 2012.

Happy New Year!