Most days, I dream small. My aspirations are tiny, like : do not drop food on your clothes today. But today, I am going big with my hopes. Yep. Large. Giant.
I want to meet the maker of my new sports bras. I want to tell him (oh, it must be a guy) that sports bras are not intended to compress two boobs into one large uniboob. As nice as that may seem to him.