Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.
I have no problem with my figure, let me state that loud and clear.
Once more, just for good measure : I HAVE NO PROBLEM WITH MY FIGURE.
Ok, I think you've got the message.
I'm currently carrying a little winter weight, or Canada Bulk as I like to call it. I'm an English Lady, and jogging when it's -30C outside really is not my cup of tea. In England I had an active part time job, I also worked Saturday mornings (and the occasional evening rehearsal) at a dance school. But for most of my time, I was on a technical theatre college course (once a techie, always a techie; it's true) which was, more often than not, fairly physical. Here, as I mentioned before, I have no job. Dance school fees would be another expense to add to my list and anyway, none of them got back to me when I got in touch. High school requires a lot of sitting and listening. I go to the gym when I can, but that depends entirely on when I can get a lift.
On top of that (literally), a lot of the evening activites I do with my friends involve food. The gathering places include McDonalds, Tim Hortons and a local café. Being a sweet-tooth, I usually take the opportunity to have a treat. Unfortunately, when it starts happening more often than not, a treat becomes a habit, and said habit doesn't mix well with my new sedentary lifestyle.
For my 5'4" frame, I am happiest and most comfortable around 130lbs. I'm currently 137(ish). No big problem.
I am designed in an entirely curvy manner. My hips are around 35". My waist is 28". My bust, however, is 40". Yes, they're real. No, I don't get backache. Yes, I can sleep on my front. Do I wish they were smaller? Yes and no. Yes - it was make shopping that much easier, and people would stop talking about them. No - they're naturally a part of me, and I wouldn't change myself too much.
As I'm sure you can imagine, shopping for skirts is no problem. Shirts - more more difficult. Pre tailored shirts hang off my waist and shoulders when bought large enough to fit my bust. But dresses are an absolute NIGHTMARE.
Even if I suck it up, get some fresh air and exercise and stop having habit treats (both of which I'm planning to do, but I can't promise anything), I'm still going to have a major problem ordering the dresses from the internet that I'm dreaming of.
I guess I'm just going for damage control.
So, setback two: major boobies.