TMI

This will probably be too much information for many of you so feel free to stop reading now. Consider this a fair warning.

When I turned 25 (in January) I started noticing my body changing. These changes were gradual, or at least they started that way, and I didn't really notice anything until June.

I've never really cared about body hair. Anyone I ever played sports with can attest to the fact that I did not (and still don't) mind living life on the hairy side. I'm not bothered by body hair (and Erik doesn't mind too much either... double bonus!) so I just leave it if I'm feeling lazy. Take the current state of my legs, for example, I think the last time I had them waxed was in August. (I can almost hear some of you vomiting, but I'll press on anyway.)  I've had my legs and armpits waxed many many times since grade 11 and that helped reduce the amount of hair I produced. My hair became finer and lesser and it was wonderful.

Then came my 25th birthday and a slew of what I can only imagine are hormonal changes. My body hair has started growing thicker and more coarse than ever before! As I said before, I didn't really notice any changes until June when the weather warmed up and I started paying attention to such things as grooming and presentability. Ugh! That was unwelcome. So I turned 25 and got extra hairy. Big woop.

That wasn't the only thing that changed.

I only have two "normal" bras (bras not of the sport variety) as I tossed all my others when I decided to purchase brassieres that actually fit. My two over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders (haven't heard that one in while) are identical but for the size of the cups -- one is a bit bigger than the other. The reason for this is simple, when I went to purchase my second brassiere I necessitated a slightly different size than I had previously. No biggie.

I didn't realize it at first, but since that blessed day in January when my body decided to play tricks on me I have been gravitating towards one particular bra. At first I attributed it to the annoying clasp that I keep needing to re-bend into place on the one. This was a nuisance so I assumed I was just avoiding that bra. It wasn't until June that I realized I liked the smaller bra because it actually fit better. A lot better. It went from being "yeah, I can still squeeze into this" to "yeah the ladies feel better in here".

The ladies are shrinking. 

In the four weeks Erik was gone for fishing the change was outrageous. So outrageous, in fact, that it was the first thing Erik commented on when he saw me again.

I've started fitting into clothing I haven't fit in years. The dress I wore to Joel's wedding, for example, wouldn't even zip up at the chest in the years between Zac's wedding and Joel's wedding. At the time of Joel's wedding it was a tad loose (I wore the same dress to each of their weddings... five years apart). 

I am back to the size I was in high school! I know that may not sound like a huge size difference, but it is incredible actually. The seem tiny even though I know they aren't. I can't even wear my one bra because the girls don't even fill half of it. Interestingly, my overall weight hasn't changed in this time. It has just been distributed differently and the bulk of it now sits lovingly around my midsection.

At first I was worried -- I thought something may be wrong with me because my chest was shrinking so incredibly fast, but I have been diligent and have been checking for lumps and bumps and there are none to speak of. I'm chalking it up to hormones... or age... or something. If it is hormonal, it hasn't effected me in any way other than physically, I don't think. I haven't had any emotional lability that I know of.

Have any of you experienced anything similar? Ever?