Lil Bit 'O Change

“Mom, are your breasts getting bigger?”

Why, no they are not. In fact, my breasts are exactly the same size they were when I graduated from high school 30 years ago. My breasts and feet are about the only (physical) parts of me that haven’t changed during that time.

I’d like to think that the rest of me is getting so much smaller, so much faster that by comparison, my breasts look bigger. But uh, no, that wouldn’t be it. What IT is, my daughter correctly points out, it has been warm and I’m wearing tank tops. She has rarely seen me in a tank top.

Tank tops have not been a staple in my summer wardrobe for many reasons. Primary among them though is that I’m more often cold, not warm. I wear sweaters, jackets, long sleeves and mock turtlenecks year round.

Or rather, I should say, I did, until a couple of years ago.

I started noticing the change. It was very subtle at first. In the winter I found that I could get by with only one pair of socks on the coldest of days. I didn’t panic when I couldn’t find my gloves. In the summer, air conditioned rooms didn’t annoy and freeze me nearly as much as they once did. I am not quite as comfortable with the sauna-like conditions of my rooms anymore.

While I don’t experiences the flashes of heat typical of my age and stage and still prefer the very warm over the even moderately cold, I find I’m becoming more tolerant of the cold and less of the heat. Thus, the tank tops. Still, though, I wear my button down shirts over the tank tops. Open to the abdomen. Some of the shirts are short sleeved.