Wednesday, April 4, 2012

On Boobs and Losing Weight

Over the last 2 years, I've been working on transforming my body into something that takes hiking, bike riding, running, etc. a little more gently, than before.  2 years ago, if you'd asked me to go jogging, I'm pretty sure I would have laughed in your face, and then contemplated how my Enell bra doesn't really do the job (I'm afraid I'm an Enell hater. I've never had luck with the brand since they aren't aimed at larger tits.)

Part of this transformation has entailed losing over 50 lbs. I'm pretty damn proud of those 50 lbs.  However, that's where this story becomes interesting.

When I started my weight loss journey I was barely fitting into a 36G. I probably needed a 38 inch back and was unwilling to admit it (similar to how I was unwilling to admit I needed size 18 jeans.)  Now, part of what I personally was REALLY looking forward to with weight loss was BOOB LOSS. That's right, I said it. I was looking forward to losing mass off of my ladies.  At a 36G, your breasts are pretty big. They are by no means gigantic, but they are big, unwieldy, and they droop. If you have tiny dinosaur arms like mine, they also get in the way while playing piano & violin, as well as holding music while you sing in choir.  Seriously, I need an extra 3 inches of space in front of me to hold my music properly. Ridiculous.

Back to the story.  As the pounds and inches came off, things were looking good. I was losing inches off my bust-line, and off my under bust, waist, hips, etc. Then came my first fitting part-way through my weight loss. Turns out I was now 32H.

What. The. Hell. Ladies.

We had a deal. I lose some pounds off my frame, you shrink back down to that nice E cup you were back when I was 18.  Win-win situation.

Now the thing is, that fitting was about a year ago. And I've lost 15 or 20 lbs since then.  Again, I've lost inches everywhere, but somehow my breasts STILL don't seem to have reduced proportionately in size (or more as compared to the rest of my body, I'd take more.)

So, yeah.  I'm the same weight as I was at 18.  I'm currently slightly overweight, but carry it well for the most part thanks to good genetics and a strong, pronounced bone structure (thanks Mom and Dad!)  But it amazes me just how different my body is right now at 25, as compared to 18.  The weight sits differently on my body. I have more muscle mass now than I did then. My "baby fat" is no longer prevalent on my face.  But the kicker? That early to mid-20s boobie growth spurt they really should tell you about in high school health class.  I never expected to reach a point in my life where I would be both scared and proud to lose weight, because my bra size would be approaching "mythic" territory.  My boobs are not centaurs or unicorns (although, let's not lie, sometimes you wish you had a horn there to impale idiots). My back size is not "super skinny" or "super thin" by any means.  There is nothing mystic, scary, or unreasonable about my bra size except that so many people who have power in the lingerie and clothing industry continually refuse to acknowledge my body type. Especially in the Americas.

What I mean is that I shouldn't have to feel any fear about losing this weight, especially as it relates to my bra size.  I feel better about my body and myself than I have in years. I'm incredibly grateful that I have a local lingerie lady that does incredible fittings and will go to the ends of the earth to find the right fit for you.  But I still have that niggling fear.

Anyone else ever faced this? Going up or down the scale/inches?

1 comment:

  1. I went up a cup size as well after losing 20lbs. I think because I carried some of that weight on my ribs, under the bust, and when that fat went away, the cup size increased.