Chronicles of a flat chested woman


In the past few months I have lost some weight, which is a great thing because it means that I am healthier. I have lost about 4 dress sizes, hooray for me, what an achievement!

So now you're wondering why I don't sound a lot more excited. Don't get me wrong I'm happy I lost the weight. I'm trimmer, leaner and have never looked better! The only thing is that I'm just not too keen on some of the side effects. What side effects could those be? Smaller breasts!

Before my weight loss my breasts were a beautiful and ample c cup. They were neither too small nor too big. They were just right. When fondled, they fit perfectly in the hands of the holder. They were perfect specimens, two beautiful mound of flesh that held the slightest hint of possibilities. They would perfectly mould themselves into their c cup bra and create magic with low cut dresses and tops. When the wonder bra came into the market, it was like a match made in heaven. They were finally the main attraction stealing the show and always walking away with the best performance award! We had some fabulous times, the ladies and I.

Fast forward to today, a full cup size smaller! A full cup size smaller! I have gone from this proud woman walking with her back straight and her chest out, greeting you with her ample bosom to this little girl struggling to fill out her bra. My two best performers have suddenly been cut down in size. They are no longer the main attraction, their glory days are gone. And what we're left with are the memories of what used to be and the ever growing emotion of breast envy. Now we're noticing all the bigger breasts and it seems like it's everyone!

You convince yourself that there are advantages to having smaller breasts. You don't need as much support and you can walk around not wearing a bra all the time. But then just when you think that you have convinced yourself and have finally come to terms with your current situation. You catch a glimpse of yourself wearing that show stopping top or dress and realise that the audience left the building a while ago. 

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