Boob Girdle

You know, it's the little things in life that truly make me giddy. I became so excited recently when I discovered I could wear my nice bras once again. Seriously, this time last year I was sporting a contraption that looked like a boob girdle. It had about 17 hooks in the back and three yards of fabric. Once I was all strapped in and trussed up, I was unable to take a deep breath for fear the industrial grade steel used to form the underwire might impale me. Where there should have been boobs~sss~plural...the big girl bra did more lifting and smashing than lifting and separating...there was just boob. I had this monoboob jutting out from my frame like a shelf. Add to that: gray hair, chin whiskers, back fat, and a great big ass...oh yeah, I was a vision. 

Fast forward a year and I've finally got my figure back. Hallelujah!! I opened the drawer containing my most expensive collection of lingerie...Wacoal, Chantelle, lacy, frilly, sexy...YES!! Like I said, giddy. People who have never been overweight don't know the thrill, the little ball of excitement you get in your stomach when you rediscover your body—things like, having two boobs instead of one, being able to sit legs criss-cross, walking without your thighs rubbing together, slipping into your favorite pair of blue jeans, or most pleasantly surprising of all, being noticed. At my age, and with all I've been through it's nice to feel like a woman again. I'm not quite where I want to be yet, but I'm gettin' there, and I think it will be sweeter the second time around.