Flat Drinks we call A Cups

I’ve been suffering from a serious case of writer’s block. I’ve postponed this post for 3 weeks because it never came together the way I had intended it to. It was supposed to be a introspective post on learning to love your body in spite of it’s imperfections, but it never quite hit the spot so I’ve parked that idea until further notice. I suppose I’ve been overthinking and over working it because now it’s just a mess. A very rough draft has been saved and I hope I can share it when it has been refined and polished. For this post, I’ll just keep it simple.

I bought this crop top in the madness that I’d like to refer to as Balmainia of 2015. It was a pity buy that I made because I didn’t find anything I was planning on buying. I didn’t even bother to make sure it fitted me right. When I got home I wondered where on earth I was going to wear this to. It’s too small to wear with a bra underneath and with my itty bitty titties it basically looks like a photoshopped bar across my chest to censor where my boobs should be located. #FlatChestedProblems. I’m proud to say I made it work though, and now I love wearing it layered under a soft, light jacket or coat like I have in these images. A cups be damned!