Boobs

I told Trevor I wanted to lose weight. He said, “I think you are beautiful and perfect as you are, but I will support you in whatever you want to do.” (Ahhh he’s so amazing!).

For Tatiana’s wedding, I need to fit into the bridesmaid dress. It fits fine everywhere except my chest. It zips up fine until my chest, when it is WAY TOO SMALL. Like, 5 sizes too small. This dress is intended for someone with no chest.

I told Trevor that, and said that luckily the first place I lose weight is my chest, so I should be able to fit into the dress by the wedding.

He looked at me like I’d told him his dog had died.

“What?” he mumbled.

“My chest is the first place to get smaller when I lose weight”, I reiterated.

He looked at me with this horrible, distraught look on his face.

“You mean if you lose weight your boobs get smaller?”

HAHAHAHAAA… He had no idea your chest could fluctuate in size. I guess it makes sense, if he doesn’t actually have boobs, he wouldn’t know they get bigger/smaller depending on losing/gaining weight/pregnancy, etc.

This was totally upsetting to him. The look on his face was hysterical.

Love,

Brittney