Getting ready to go to the beach with Maria tomorrow! First time in two years. Much has changed, my body being one; when did boobs stop being boobs and become mammaries? I tried my bikini on and it was clear that this is probably the last year that I can still get away with wearing one. And this year’s already pushing it. The dimples all over my knees, thighs, and stomach; a small but yet noticeable belly; my shoulders hunch over, seemingly with a mind of their own. I turned to the side to look at my profile and my breasts were heaving over my bikini in so many places, it looked like a volcanic eruption. Just the weight of them was so much that the pressure it was making the straps tied around my neck start to dig in to my skin. I would have marks around my neck like someone strangled me with a cord, I didn’t think the flimsy straps would hold out all day – it looked like two boats being suspended by two pieces of duct tape. Let’s not even venture into the forbidden zone of my face – I’ve made my peace with that already – it’s just I didn’t expect to see this transformation of my body happening. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still thin and shapely, but just not flawless anymore. It used to be: wow, you look great! Now it’s: wow, you look great “for your age”!