As my hormones had arrived,
So did wobbly bits on my chest,
Like they’d been pumped up over night,
I had what they call a breast.
I tried to keep them under wraps,
As my body changed as a teen,
Was embarrassed I had them,
And didn’t want them to be seen.
My mum said you need a bra,
I may have a pair that’ll fit,
Was a lacy blue A cup,
Which just covered my little bits.
As I started to get older,
They just continued to grow,
Was happy at a C cup,
In their place not hanging low.
Have had fluctuations in my shape,
As up and down with my weight,
From D to C back to DD,
As they did deflate and inflate.
Struggled to get in a D size,
Was mortified I’d graduated to an E,
Mum and sis just fit an A,
Genetically how can mine be.
Gravity pulls us down to earth,
Its a fact not word of mouth,
So to do your body parts,
As my boobs decided to head south.
From wearing a little black lacey number,
Holding boobs more shaped like lemons,
To a nude practical comfortable bra,
For middle aged droopy water melons.