One day in 12th grade, me and a couple of my drafting classmates somehow got on the topic of breasts and how unequally distributed they are. One of the girls observed that this was particularly unfair because it requires all kinds of extra work from those of us who got the short end of the breast stick. Specifically, we have much less room for error when it comes to keeping everything in proportion.
For instance, a chic with D's can carry an extra 20 lbs. around her waist and still be shaped like Coke bottle. A 34A with an extra 20 lbs is all outta shape, in more ways than one. Smaller chics have no choice but to keep it tight around the midsection. This means that counting calories and burning through ab routines play key parts in developing my sense of style.
Loose-fitting tops help, and I have a stable of those. But at some point, you wanna be able to step out in a nicely tailored 'fit without having to suck and contract your torso for three hours. So it's off to the gym, or the track, or wherever you get it in. For me it's the lakefront trail. And soon, the yoga mat. I'm about to be all about a yoga mat. More on that later.
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