I noticed tonight that my chest has shrunk down a cup size. The D-Cup cleavage passed away in its sleep sometime this past week. Peacefully.
I am sure that if I could talk to them now, my ghost boobs would tell me, "Don't be sad. It was for the best."
"It was time to let you go."
So rather than shed a tear over my lost (er, losing) cleavage, I am going to try to celebrate this loss. With song: