Thursday, October 16, 2008

One little two little three little cup size...

I am not sure if I am suppose to be happy about this or ... not.

My mission to bust the flab had apparently worked well, actually now I am beginning to think it had worked perhaps a little too well.

At first, I thought maybe it’s not so much about me, maybe it is the suspicous pair of cups that are maybe... overworn... but boy was I wrong.

And yes, I am talking about my boobs. I think I have maybe lost a whole cup size.

I was in Xixili and La Senza the past few couple of days as I was constantly bugged by the fact that my bra seemed to be bigger than the flesh that used to fill them up.

I talked to some of my friends and they assumed that it is the bra. They told me I should start shopping for new ones.

So I strolled into one of the lingerie store I love which is Xixili, picked a frilly lacy number. The sales woman, bless her guts told me this after she saw that I was holding on to a C cup bra;

“Miss ah... I rasa your size bukan C la.” (Miss... I think your size is definitely not a C (Well, I think she might have just put it that way!)

I thought she was going to say that my size is a D, which is most unlikely, come to think of it.

“I rasa you size B la.” (I think you are a frikkin’ B woman!)

*Jaw drops*

“Eh takdelah... I selalu beli C cup la.” (Hell no... I am a cup C-la)

Adamant about her judgment, she handed me a B cup and asked me to try it on.

She must have graduated with honors in her Undegarments training academy because true enough, the C cup got me trying to fill up the gaps, and I fit the B cup perfectly...

PERFECTLY... like ... WTH!

I came out all confused... I mean... give me a break, I just lost one whole cup size and I find that out in a fitting room!

“Muat tak?” (So... does it fit? Can I say I told you so?)

“Ha’ah.”

She smiled... smugly, satisfied that she had proved me wrong.And she got her commission on the sale.

I did buy the lingerie I picked, in the size she picked. One thing I got right is the size of my bottom halfs.

At least I have a little bit of dignity left after that horrifying discovery that I am now a flailing B cup.

Well... I loved my C cup... I guess it is not too vain of me to pray that I will one day get my C cup back and not to gain extra kilos on my hips.

Boleh kan... boleh? Boleh???

9 comments:

  1. Kalau lah boleh transfer yg bawah tu pergi atas, kan ke elok? The same goes in my case - when I lose weight, the top half seems to shrink faster than the bottom half!

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  2. Pugs,

    exactly. my trainer friend suggested target training, but as if i have the time to even do this properly la kan?

    The only thing I have the time to do now is only diets and running, tu pun not everyday.. :P

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  3. b cup c cup.. until we get some hard evidence.. i'm saying it's all lies!

    :P

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  4. Des,

    Hard evidence? huh? if i say i am a D tuh maybe youwould need some hard evidence la... ahahahaha...

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  5. At least OK lah since you were a C. I was a B, and when I lost weight I went to an A! But now am back to B again. Bottom half toksah cerita la. Nanti suicidal.

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  6. I don't know whats the big deal with boobs. B, C, D, whatever. They're just boobs and when the clothes come off, imho the boobs not suffocating my face is a good thing.

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  7. babe i menang wei, my boobies ar still the best.

    kali nih i still XXL ur a L hahahhahahahahhahahah

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  8. Jazzy,

    Ehehehe... well... its a catch 22 situation la yang unfortunately

    Izso,

    thats very practical of you.. ehehehehe

    Nana,

    yelah tuh berlagak la sangat

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