After months – nay, years – of having boobs so large they can be seen from space, I have gone down to a cup size where I can expect to get pretty bras from places like Debenhams rather than having to go to shops where I sell my soul to a witch and take out a mortgage in order to get a bra that Ann Widdecome might dismiss as being too ugly.
That’s right. I have gone from a 32J to a GG. I am delighted.
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Love, Amy xxx