Susannah
I can't believe I've ended up this shape. Although always curvaceous, the curves were where you'd expect them to be, like my waist. My tits used to be an easy to handle C. My stomach lay within my body. My arms,while strong, never required total cover. Damn it, I used to be bloody perfect. I was in roportion. Not too fat, not too thin.
Now, oh my God, now things are very different. A naked Susannah is like a fat white maggot, all folds and undulating movement. The breasts have engorged to an E cup, the stomach has emerged like a hernia, open and laid out for inspection above every waistband, and the arms, well, they are worryingly vast and soon to take over my entire body.
This may sound exaggerated, but it's how I feel about the parts I don't like. Luckily for me, however, I have learnt to block them out by appreciating what little there is left to love.