Last time I was measured I caught sight of my self in the naughty mirror they have in changing rooms. The one on an angle that is positioned so you can see your back by looking in another mirror on the opposite wall. You know the one, set to make thin people look gorgeous and bumpy people to look bumpy.
Last time I was in there I had the great misfortune of seeing my back, not something I looked at a great deal so there could've been a thin down covering it or a small marsupial living on it. However, last time I noticed another set of boobs was growing on it! Slightly lower down (aren't they usually I hear you cry!), just below the angry red mark on my back where my ill fitting bra had been digging in.
These extra boobs sat comfortably on my large arse and tucked neatly into my pants which is why I never noticed them. This time however, they were no longer there. Oh what joy it was to assess my back in the naughty mirror, not quite board like, but never then less a back to be proud of. So, I bought a new bra, took it and my back home and stood in front of the mirror and inspected both admiringly!! Oh the things you do!!