Sorry to disappoint the boys, but this blog will not include pictures of naked boobs.

When I got approved for my surgery, I asked Becky "will I lose my boobs?" she said "Yeah, some. But you're young, so I doubt it'll be much."

Some. Boy, was she ever wrong.

I have gone from a double D, to a solid B.

It's seriously like going from t-rex to barney.

Yesterday morning, I walked down the hallway in my new size 14 turquoise shirt, adjusting it, I said "does this look okay? it's new." Poppy says "hell yeah..yeah, it looks real pretty." mom says "yeah, is it tight or anything?" "No, it fits fine, except my bra is too big. Not my boobs, my bra." I had it on the tightest notch of my C bra, it's been there for awhile now. Mom said "Yeah, I think we need to go down to a B soon."

I pouted, looking down. I could see my toes, painted black, below. Nothing in my way. No boob to hold down. It has been time for a B since around May, but I kept delaying. Holding on to my C as long as I possibly can.

While I am happy to not have the pain I had with my double D's. I feel like my boobs are getting demoted. They are still firm and solid, no sagging (thankfully), but they keep going down. When I wear a big shirt, I joke with my girlfriends "my boobs are hiding because they are sad."

My hips? Nope. They are not going anywhere.

After coming home from Mike's party, I called my mom into my room to help me get the shirt over my bra. I'm sure the sight of me trying to get myself out of bra-meets-pretty-top was funny.. She said "ya know, you probably could have worn this without a bra."

Never been told that before. Seriously, how bad is it when you can go without a bra but still need a damn tarp to cover your hips?

While I'm happy about a size 14. If my boobs shrink anymore, I will worry about them being mistaken for pimples.