I pull the material of my slinky swimsuit up to my waist and then take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Making my chest and lungs as small as possible, I shimmy the suit past my boobs and wrap each arm through the holes. I love this swimsuit even if it's a b***h to get over my hips. It's a one piece, but there's boning inside the torso that pushes up my boobs and sucks in my stomach. If I could handle not breathing for so long, I'd wear it underneath my clothes every day of the week.
And while I don't consider myself overweight, there's nothing that makes you feel like a fat ass more than waking up next to a guy who spends way more time in the gym than you do. Since I spend no time in the gym. I've always been a little proud of my curves, but the only thing curvy on Lukis is the dips
