
To B-cup or not to B-cup: That was the question of 2024.
At 40, I’ve never felt better. I’m sober. I’ve piked through every Pilates class in the Big Apple. I eat clean—protein, fiber, fruits, and veggies. Therapy? Weekly and transformative. My social circle is a dynamic orbit of friends propelling me skyward. I’m flourishing. Yet, amidst the rock bottoms, glow-ups, and self-discoveries, two things have never returned to factory settings: my once-full breasts.