The other day I was sent a beautiful gym kit.
The leggings made my arse look like an emoji peach; it was a beautiful outfit.

But when I went to try on the crop top (a size 10), the cups were padded out to what I imagine would be about a DD. I could have fitted an orange between my modest B cup boobs and the fabric.
I felt like a prepubescent boy…and I don’t actually have tiny tits.
Why did the label have to make the boobs so big and stick… Read the full story