Kate Upton, of whom I was blissfully unaware before yesterday, has the same issue as me: we wish our breasts were smaller.
My gym in Austin has a disused quarry, filled with fresh, spring fed water, where I regularly swam half a mile a day before moving to Kerrville. I joined a local gym but was never able to go, so canceled the 50 bucks a month subscription last week.
Kate, at the moment, probably has a dedicated trainer and a daily work out regime. When her moment in the sun fades, like me, Kate will probably have to resort to other methods of defying gravity.
It is probably less of an issue for me.