We’re friends, right? So let’s get into another session of TMI w/ Kaycee.
I hate my boobs. I’m not sure if I mentioned this in a previous blog so…
If you’re one of my friends, you already know this and if you’re not well, you just learned something new. Before I had kids, I was trolling between 32 C/D. After my first born, I went up to a 34DD. While pregnant with my second, my chest spike to a 36DDD. Victoria Secret kicked me out of their club.
After he was born, I stayed at this size for a while because of breast feeding and then dropped down to a 32DD.
I’m satisfied with everything but my chest. These things either try to suffocate me when I’m laying on my back or they’re trying to escape from my bra if I lean forward. Bras… oh gawd, bras. Bra shopping is painful. I can only dream of buying a $10 bra from Forever 21 instead of throwing $60 on a new bra from some fancy boutique. Bralette tops are a no. Backless shirts are an absolute hell to the no. *sigh*
These things have a mind of it’s own. It’s like I’m constantly carrying around two toddlers on my chest. I’m about to do a DNA test on them and find their real owner because we clearly were not meant to be.
I’ve made up my mind, I’m getting rid of the extra set of twins. They have overstayed their welcome.
I’ve gotten SO much negative feedback about this.
Few women understand my everyday struggle. A lot of people don’t. They said I’m “selfish” and I should “appreciate what God gave me”. But this is coming from the same people that wear a full face of makeup everyday or workout to try and get a six pack. These are things that we weren’t born with (although a nice set of abs would be ideal). It’s something you chose to do. It’s something about you that you want to be different than how God originally created. So what’s wrong with me going down a few sizes in order to increase my self-love?
I’ve started saving and doing my research on different doctors in the area. The end goal is to get this done by 2019. To hell with the critics. They’ll be drooling over my new set of ta-tas.
“Stop complaining and start making changes”
Just make sure you’re going to be happy in the end.