MamaFrankie5259 wrote:
I wish I had small boobs. I hate mine.
Same! My dream in life is to have a reduction. I have a 33" underbust and I'm 43" at the fullest point of my breasts. If I was wearing the correct size (which I'm not because the United States is terrible with bras and bra fitting and good f*****g luck finding anything over a D cup that has anything smaller than a 40" band) I'd be a 34G, 34GG or a 32H in UK sizing. It's so annoying.
Also, OliveOilMom, I'd love to know your waist work out. My natural shape is somewhere between goblet and hourglass, but much closer to goblet unfortunately, and I'd like to get rid of the extra weight on my waist so I can have like a 28" waist instead of a 31" waist lol.
My waist seems really dramatic next to my friend who has an inch smaller waist than me, but doesn't really have a difference between hips and waist. She has a butt though and I don't

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What I really want is a butt. If I had the money I'd get a breast reduction and a Brazilian butt lift lol.
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