a changing body

You know your body just ain't the same no more, when:

• you have to chuck all your 36B bras and replace them with 38C ones because the old ones just squeezed the life out of you.

• even the Indian fella working at 7-11 says "You lost weight ah?"

• you find yourself tugging at your pants for the umpteenth time because your arse crack is showing. And the pants ain't even hipster-cut.

• almost everyone who hasn't seen you for the past two weeks comment that your cheekbones are protruding and your face is obviously slimmer.

• there are extra folds of cloth at the front and side when wearing your tiny thongs.

• you can fit into a tube-top and, for once, NOT look like a meat dumpling.

• white is not longer a forbidden colour because it makes you look gargantuan. At least now it only makes you look slightly fat and lumpy.

• your dad no longer passes remarks on your weight/big tummy/fat thighs.
  

• nobody has recently mentioned that you look pregnant.

• hubby's tops really make you look tiny. And penguin-ish with the flapping sleeves.

• your arse crack actually looks like a crack, instead of resembling the mountain valleys.
  

• you can actually look into the mirror and genuinely say that you look and feel pretty today.
  

Maybe the world's just being nice. Or maybe the Dove skin firming shower cream really works.

In any case, it is a prettier, slimmer wifey for her hubby to consume tonight. =p