True Life—It Took a Cancer Scare For Me to Appreciate My Saggy Boobs
I was barely 21 years-old when I looked down and realized that my nipples were also looking down. I made this discovery only after I managed to stop staring at the tiger stripes expanding and multiplying exactly where cleavage should be taking shape. My boobs sag. A lot. They are not a result of having kids or some medical condition. I have saggy boobs just because, and until last year, they were the bane of my existence and one of the few insecurities I have about my body.
I don’t remember when the sag became a sag. I’m guessing somewhere between my sophomore year of high school when they were A-cup bee stings, and college...
