Wednesday, July 15, 2009

What Ever Happened to My Boobs???

I've already lamented my waist-line ( so now I'm going to bitch about my boobs.

It's summer, so the college girls, home for the summer, have invaded the yoga studio. This morning a particularly well endowed young woman was practicing next to me in the flimsiest, barely supportive, yoga top. Yet, her boobs were sitting high and barely moved.

There used to be a time when I took my bra off and my boobs pretty much remained in place. Now, there's a noticeable drop when the bra comes off. And, I have to actually lift the "girls" into my brassiere in the morning.

It's not fair. I never went bra-less (being that I'm a 32D it would've looked far too slutty), and thus never got to wear all the cute little tank tops and other items of clothing that required no bra that my less endowed sisters did.

Yet, here I am, close to fifty, with boobs that fail the "pencil test." Yes, if I lift my breasts and place a pencil underneath, the pencil gets held up.

It's all a part of aging, I guess, along with a slowing down of metabolism and weight gain. At least I can do something about the weight gain. Gravity, however, appears to be relentless.

1 comment:

  1. All I can say is wait 10 more years. The best thing I can say about my own is that they're still pointing the right direction.