Size A Woes.

Here's the thing. I am shockingly flat-chested. Aaaand, depending on the bra or brand, the biggest I can claim to be is a B. Why am I being so candid about cup sizes? Because. What I'm about to talk to you about is a real phenomenon that exists for all flat-chested girls. It HAS to be universal. Or I'm just gonna feel foolish. :/

All right. So let me preface this by saying, I really like being flat-chested. Say whaaaat? Yes. I like the body Heavenly Father gave me. It does cool things and helps me experience life, and if nature thought better of giving me boobage, that's fine by me. It's just not in my gene pool, and that's never made me sad, besides the occasional comment in junior high or high school - yes. I was actually sitting in an Algebra class when the boy next to me looked over and said, "Wow. You have REALLY small boobs." First of all... why are you studying them so intently? If there's nothing to see, move on. Second of all... why would you verbalize? Just think the mean thought to yourself and STOP. Some people's children, am I right? Anywho... I could really harp on about how much I legitimately like having the body of a "twelve-year-old-boy" (another kind comment) because I am being honest, I really DO NOT mind being flat as a pancake.

But dude. There is a woeful occurrence for those of us with flat chests. And it's called the food baby. You're probably sitting there, with your womanly-sized chest thinking, Whatever, I get food babies too! Well, guess what? I get them sooner. I can't even finish a dang bowl of cereal in the morning before my little belly is pokin' out further than my size A cups. What I'm saying is, there is absolutely no sense of balance in my body once I eat. I feel this is why women were given bosoms. (Hahaha. That word. It makes me cringe/think fondly on Anne of Green Gables) They are nature's way of encouraging us to keep on keepin' on, because for the most part, your belly won't come out further than those guys. You'll still look GOOD.

But what about those of us who are concave up top? Guys. I'm like a python. When I've just had dinner, you can go ahead, try and make it out as it BULGES OVER MY JEANS ALL ABOUT MY BODY. Hahaha.  I recently saw some pictures of myself after maybe a tinfoil dinner too many and I was like.... Oh, little size A's... is this the price we have to pay to be able to go bra-less in public with nobody being the wiser?!

Well. If it is, I'll take it? Maybe I made a post office run today bra-less. Nobody knew anything, except that I had clearly just eaten a sandwich (insert belly rub.) Oh, size A woes. I guess you are worth it. Flipping food babies. Flipping twelve-year old boy build.