Boobs….the glorious transition to adult boob-hood

As I put on swimming suit after swimming suit, I ask myself, “what happened to my boobs?” They used to be cute and little. A 36 A was a hard size to find, but I found them. I could wear anything with A cups. I could do push ups without them hitting the floor. I could run without them bouncing all over the place.

Sports bras. Man, I looked great in sports bras. They held what little there was in and I could do anything. Now, I wear sports bras and my two cute little ant hills somehow become one huge mountain with a river valley in the middle where the sweat trickles down to my belly button.

I’m not exactly sure when my boobs decided to forsake me. Perhaps pregnancy, but much like my ear lobes, they seem to expand with age. They either fall over the top or try to escape out the bottom of every swim suit I own.

My boobs have gone from adorable A’s to scrappy C’s. I’m not sure when it happened, but they’ve grown up. And much like everything else about adulthood, it kind of sucks.

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