You might think I am referring to this:
It’s a 500 meter dash from Run United 2. We were the last to finish the said run, yeah, it feels like I am running for three. But no, I am not referring to the photo above.
When I say running for three, it means me and my twins, my breast. I am a cup C and it is really hard running with that kind of cup. It’s heavy and sometimes it is embarrassing. It goes up and down when I jog and though I just laugh when I am teased, inside, I am so embarrassed with its size. I had to wear support so that it would not behave like that but even so, it is big still and heavy.
My weight loss helped a bit in trimming down the size, my cup is still the same but it’s not as heavy as it was during my “bigger days”. I remember when I was in high school, my classmates used to tease me and my friend, the flat sisters. Oh yes, it’s flat back then, and my only wish was to have a cup B breast. Lo and behold I got a cup C! No, I don’t blame breastfeeding for it, it’s in the genes, I know. My mom is a cup D.
I have plans to reduce the size of my breast when I turn 35 or 40. So when people look for the breast implants prices in the US, I am looking for the breast reduction price, if not in the US, any country near me.
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