just minishorts.

One of the worst things about gaining weight, is the increased waistline. It's the after-effects of the New Year celebrations, I tell you, and right now, the abdominal crunches don't seem to work, just yet.

And for me, unfortunately, gaining weight doesn't mean gaining an increased cup size. Because only my waist line has increased, my cup-size has decreased too. This is NOT empowering at all. It's not like I like huge boobies all that much, but at least, I want to look like I'm proportionately endowed, or at least, pretend that I look like I have appealing boobs.

It's embarassing, yes, but I've been reduced from a B to an A. Not that B is anything to be proud of, but at least they look like something. A is just… flat. Airplane driveways. Like little slopes instead of visible bumps. Even my mum thinks they're pathetic. Yesterday I was about to go out to dinner in a sleeveless top when Mum decided she'd give her two sen on my assets.

'Wait, I think you should go and change your bra.'
'Huh?'
'You look like you're wearing nothing. SO FLAT.'
'But Ma…'
'Go get that Wonderbra of yours… the one with the extra padding.'
'But… but… but…'
'GO AND GET IT. YOU LOOK LIKE A LOG IN THAT.'

So on occasions, I think that my mother is too open for my liking.

…

Last night, after dinner, Eric and I decided to go to the Metrojaya Relocation Sale at Section 14 to see if we could get any great deals. Place is a complete mess, but if you look long enough, you'll be able to fish out some gems. Like the slinky, spaghetti strap, figure hugging dress I saw, which I think would be great to wear to a wedding at the end of the month. So, you know, you have a boyfriend, you get to ask his opinion when you try things on.

This dress I found was cut really low down the front, so you get to show off a bit of a cleavage… FORTUNATELY, I still have A LITTLE BIT of that lah…. and that's better than nothing right? I slipped in, got out of the room, and asked the bf, 'What do you think?'

'Looks okay.'
'Can I buy it?'
'Errr…'
'What?'
'Front a bit flat lor.'

See I don't quite mind honesty, but this is just rubbing salt in the wound. You think those bust-enhancing creams work?