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I suppose I should really start with a bit broader of an explanation than given in my Instagram post.

When I say low, I mean… The girls. And when I say low, I mean... hangers. Genuine, bonafide.

I chalk it up to some good ol' fashioned spurting, which helped define the last half-a-year for me. I chalk it up to having healthy skin (thanks, grandma -- I've always had that good hearty German impermeable variety of outer-covering). I also blame gravity, that most fickle of mistresses.

And finally, boobs grow differently. In my case? I think I wrote, in one of my first posts, that "all the weight seems to settle at the bottom." That was in 2018, so add... 8 years to that. Jeez Louise. And then, you get...

(Can you believe that Natalia was still above my belly button back then? Awwww! Their halcyon days!) Y'all remember? This pic was totally from 2018. And heck... ages ago. Not the best base for comparison, but I just wanted to get this out before I went to bed.

I mean, I know. Not small. I remember having C cups most of the time.

Truth be told, I’ve been weighing (so to speak, though they’re 6 & 7 kilograms, respectively) how I wanted to share. I’ve been away lately. Part of it is life stuff. And not going to lie, a lot of that has been adapting to...

Part of it is… well, I’m different than I was in 2018, when I started this. Some of you will dig the hell out of it! Some of you might get an ick. I’ll let you guys figure that out.

You all know me. A little shy, but I come out of my shell OK. More to come, but here’s me, in my patented layered cozy-wear, not a bra within 10 feet.

Thank god for layers — they offer a sartorial version of plausible deniability? Who knows. At least I've done a full circle, in my absence, to the point where I can wear a T-Shirt all normal, again.