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"You've Changed"

I should really lose some weight, I think to myself,

as I make a serving of instant noodles at 2 a.m.

The biggest indicator to me that it's time to lose weight is this:

Now when I lie down on my side, I can perceive my boobs hanging down, and there's an actual, like, folding, of fatty tissue over where my sternum is. Where once there were no boobs now there kind of are boobs, and I don't like it. I used to be so flat-chested that when I lay down on my side, there was no drooping or hanging of any sort. There was not enough boob to hang down. They would simply be suspended in the air, not substantial enough to do anything.

"You guys have changed." (Me, talking to my boobs.) "You're not the girls I used to know."

It's uncomfortable. It's uncomfortable for me to lie down on my side, and it's also uncomfortable for me to talk about this. Probably it's uncomfortable for anyone I know to even read about foray into boob territory. I am behind enemy lines, and it requires a bra.

So yea, I need to lose weight. Saying goodbye to these boobs real soon.

Ta ta to these ta ta's.


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