Cluttercast: One size fits all—except me
They’re shiny, stretchy, stylish. Made in Paris by Pile ou Face. I thought they were so perfect to wear under jackets and sweaters that I bought not one but 3 of them. And they weren’t even on sale.
Only I never wore them.
It’s not that they don’t fit. They stretch—and could fit almost any woman.
But they don’t work for me because I’m missing two things: breasts.
I lost them to breast cancer 13 years ago.
When I bought these tops, I wore fake breasts. But I don’t anymore. And it’s partly due to Keira Knightley that I’m admitting this.
And the story does have a happy ending: I’m here. I’m happy to stop wearing the fakes. But I’d like someone else to wear the tops—for real.
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