Tuesday, April 3, 2012

How Stella Got Her Boobs Back


A few years ago I was at a New Year’s Eve party and as the clock struck midnight, the gentleman sitting next to me shared the following:  “My only resolution for this year is that by the end of it, I’d like my nipples to stick out further than my belly button.”  I laughed and replied, “No way!  That’s mine too!”  And then we blew our kazoos and went back for seconds on chips and dip.  I’m not sure whatever happened to that guy but as for me, I’ve ultimately managed to claim that resolution.

It hasn’t come easily.  When I was in middle school I was sized up by a serial pervert in my Science class who waxed philosophical one day on breasts.  “Some,” he explained, “are like MOUNTAINS.”  He sported a wicked smile.  “Others are like little hills,” he rattled as he curled his hands in little waves.  “But YOU?”  He flashed a cursory glance at my chest before he announced, “They’re like…mosquito bites.”  Yeah, I know.  In 2012 that’s called sexual harassment but in 1983, well, that was called 7th grade.  And trust me, as soon as time travel becomes viable Room 201 at Del Dios Middle School will be one of my first stops and I will show that gangster what is up.  He will probably be able to take me by then what with all of his experience he likely gained from prison, but I’d at least like a go at it.

Over the next 20 years life happened, and several extra pounds happened, and that whole cupcake explosion – it just HAPPENED.  Before you know it you’re sitting on the couch with a bag of potato chips using your chest as a shelf and your son’s playmates want to know when your baby is coming.  It’s a real party.  I’ve endured several highs and lows on the scale over the years but my hopes for true reform waned as I rebelled against a life sentence of boiled chicken and low fat hummus.  Then about a year ago I decided to make one last ditch effort.  It’s been slow, but even slow over twelve months adds up and I have since lost almost 40 pounds.  I’m in a really good place.  A couple of days ago I was getting ready and as I checked my make up in the mirror I took a step back and gasped a little.

Boobs.

I had boobs!

It was like living puberty in reverse.  And to be clear it’s not that I care about other people noticing, it was just interesting to me that I noticed. 

A waist reborn.
A pervert shamed.
I have boobs.

12 comments:

Karen said...

CONGRATULATIONS!!

talitha said...

Woo hoo! Good for you!

I have had the exact opposite result with my weight loss this year...my boobs just keep getting smaller and smaller...they are still nice and long, however, so there is that.

Chrissy Jo said...

Way to go! I am always inspired and impressed with people who are trying to make their life a happier healthier life. Thanks for sharing!

Stefani said...

Just another reason to love you and your sense of humor!! :D

Kelly said...

So glad you got them back! I am on the same path actually and have lost 15 lbs in 4 months. Slowly but surely the turtle wins the race.

Lisa said...

Oh, you have shamed not only the pervert, but me and my Cadbury addiction as well. Dammit. I'll let you know if I reform, but in the meantime, let me know how many stares and gawks you get, and I'll live a vicarious life.

anitamombanita said...

You should have told me. I'd have gladly given you mine. Hey, any other takers out there? Please take them!

mormonhermitmom said...

Huzzah! Glad to hear someone can do that cause it ain't me!

Sherise said...

Woohoo! I'm really proud of you--both for the pounds lost and the newly-discovered rack.

Lorie said...

Whoa! Holy 40 lbs?! That seems like a lot more than you needed to loose. Are your "mosquito bites" even smaller?

Seth, Cassie, Ruby & Lucy said...

What an inspiration!

Rachey said...

That has to be one of THE best blog titles EVER!