French boobs

Like many expats in France, I have lots of issues with French women. But the one thing that really bothers me is their boobs. No, I'm not talking about how they flaunt them or how they are all over the billboards and magazines. I'm talking about the unnecessary and unhealthy bounce that goes on when a French woman decides to go running.

Since the nice weather is finally here, the fleece jumpers have come off. And with them, any semblance of mammary support. Don't these women know the damage they are causing to their ligaments? Don't they realize that even small boobs can sag? Don't they worry about the poor American who cringes everytime she sees their poor boobs bouncing this way and that?

Ok, fine. You might say I'm a little obsessed with boobs at the moment - with the on going battle with my medela lactina plus. You might even say I'm a running snob (yes, I look at what type of shoes people are wearing and think that anyone running with music is not a real runner) but I am an advocat of the healthy and happy breast.

If you're concerned about boob bounce, check out the bounceometer. It'll get you thinking and it's kind of funny to play with...

the magic dress

I've spent so much time in my life worrying about getting fat, thinking my body has changed, worrying about how fat I'll be after pregnancy.

So this morning I took out my summer clothes. I decided to try a cute little dress I bought just after I ran the Paris marathon, when I was the "skinniest" I've ever been. And it fit. Now what I can't figure out is why it fits. I don't know. You decide:

a) the dress is magic and adapts to fit my ever-morphing body
b) Jérôme replaced all of my clothes so that I wouldn't complain about how fat I got
c) The dress was too big before, but fits now that I've gained weight.
d) Suzanne has drained all excess fat from my body by nursing and I never have to exercise again.
e) being pregnant and breastfeeding has helped my body naturally find its comfort zone
f) my body has never really changed, I've never been fat or skinny, and it's all in my head.