I'm starting to feel a little disturbed. I've been rummaging through old clothes and such trying to figure out what stays in indefinite upstate storage and what makes the trip to Queens. I've been trying on stuff for kicks and I'm realizing that I'm fitting things I haven't worn literally in years. That's just strange. Especially considering I've gained 11 pounds since last August according to the crack-smoking scale at the doctor's office.
So, I've decided: I must've been shit thin last summer, bordering on my starving to fit into the prom dress territory where I was all gaunt in the face and kinda skeletal -- still with an ass, I must add. The booty gets small, but never disappears. That's just my body composition. And I must be on the smallish side for me now. Perhaps that's why P. Diddy made his crack about me wanting bigger boobs. It must be a yearly thing for guy friends of mine. For the record, I am not flat-chested. Some nice guy on the street told me so the other week: "Damn, she got ass and titties!" Compared to Jay and my friend N from HS, yeah I'm not so top-heavy. It's all a matter of perspective though. I've got a pretty narrow waist (underneath the little love handle...perhaps that's where the extra pundage went. *sigh*), I'm on the hippy side and I've got some serious junk in the trunk. Who'd notice my breasts unless they're enormous? I mean, come on! And because reading about Delilah's adventures in Vickie's put me partly on this thought train, for the record 36C is not that freaking small! *ahem*
Posted by Candicissima at July 9, 2003 02:23 AM