Embracing the Curves

Last night I had a dream or maybe it was a nightmare...hahaha.

I was wearing a corset and had been wearing it for awhile (for whatever reason). I took it off and one of my boobs was inflated like a balloon. I was in shock of course and couldn't figure out how to deflate the boob balloon. So I took a pin and popped it.

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The boob then looked like a pancake. I had one regular boob and one pancake boob. I cried, longing for the regular boob.

The End.

I'll never be the size 8 Rhonda again nor do I wanna be and I do want to lose about 15lbs but now I have this weird fear of losing my curves. I've always been curvy but still. I think I've learned to embrace this more voluptuous body of mine. I am going to still lose the 15lbs or maybe 20lbs but that's it.

This is a break through.

The pancake boob scared me straight.

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