A few weeks ago, I put on a favorite t-shirt, looked at my reflection in the mirror and (because I love me some drama) gasped at what I saw.
I had three tiers of boobs on my torso.
OK, not really. I hadn’t turned into a mammal with 3 pairs of udders. But beneath my actual boobs were two more lumps that made me look like I had a salbabida (lifesaver) around my ribcage and a giant fanny pack under it.