So I've decided not to lose the last few pounds. I'm enjoying the cleavage. It turns me on in yoga, during down dog. My own cleavage. And I can eat more. Finally indulge in what I've been denying my whole life.
I was at LuLu Lemon with my daughter last month. She was trying on a cute bralette, and I asked the clerk if I could try one on too.
"Um, no. Those are only for A and B cups. You are at least a C cup. You need to be looking in the C and D section. Over here."
I've never been guided to the C and D section. Seems like a milestone. One that I'll gladly take.