As a runner, I have two choices I have to make every morning: One big boob with a line of cleavage up to the middle of my neck? Or flatten both boobs by shoving them into my armpits. I swear, I would have a voluntary mastectomy if I could. The 3 pounds I lose and gain every few days is right there. WHY OH WHY would anyone want more BOOBS? They get in your way, they hurt, they make your shirts fit badly, they are not aerodynamic or shock resistant. What would I give to walk into Walmart, or Target or any other cheap-ish store and buy a bathing suit, or sports bra off the shelf for $12? Instead of having to special order a 32 D from France or pay $75 to a catalogue. I didn't complain when I was working up to having babies. But once I was done sustaining life, I was done with the boobs. OVER IT. I'm at peace with my post-marathon running weight (about 5 pounds more than usual). I feel like the older I get, the better my face looks when I'm fatter. But it doesn't help the boob situation. | 