The Breast of Times and the Worst of Times
A year ago, I was sporting 40 pounds of post-pregnancy weight.
I was not a pretty sight--my boobs however, were fucking fantastic (38D!)
I was always a 36B chick. The girls were smallish but perky, and like they say, more than a handful’s a waste.
They were nothing special, but nothing to be ashamed about either.
When I was pregnant, I loved having huge boobs. That was the only good thing about pregnancy for me.
Fast forward one year. Today I have finally shed that 40 pounds but I have lost the lovely bosoms.
My stacked set has been replaced by a couple of flaccid empty pouches.
Oh, the injustice.
It’s been such a tumultuous year for the girls. Full of ups and downs.
I think they’re beyond recovery. They’re sagging with defeat.
They have capitulated.
My only question is, what happens if I do this baby making thing again? Can they sink to new lows? How low can they go?