I got my period when I was 11. My boobs started growing in soon after that. By age 14 I was a D cup. I was oblivious to the guys who noticed and who picked on me about it. A group of guys came up to me one day before class started in 8th grade and they asked if I could touch my elbows together. I was very shy and didn’t really talk to these guys so I tried to do it and they started laughing. I then realized they wanted to see my boobs squish together 😞

Gym class was awful as well as whenever we had to do any exercises the guys would always watch me. I’d always catch one of their eyes looking my way. I should clarify that out of the other girls in my grade I was one of the tallest and more heavyset up top. The other girls developed in senior year or had very small chests all through high school so I was pretty much alone with big boobs. Anytime I would talk to my fellow classmates or even TEACHERS they would always glance down at my chest and then meet my eyes again like they didn’t just do that 😒

I was in a music class once watching a video of provocative big chested ladies dancing to a song my teacher put on and a guy I thought was a friend turned to me and said I could do that just as easily. Because I have a big chest like them. I never really spoke to him much after that.

One day I wore a dress that did show some cleavage in my senior year where I was a DDD. There was a small group of guys behind me as I walked to class and I heard one of them call me a “sugar mamma” because of how tight my dress fit and my chest showing. I felt so disgusted and embarrassed I never wore that dress again in high school.

My family was weird about my breasts as well. My mother has big boobs herself (most likely where I got mine from 🙃) and she literally told me one day when I was 14/15 that a man was going to love my big boobs someday and be useful for feeding his babies. I was a kid when she told me that. She never thought it was weird to say when I called her out on it too. My grandma said something like “thank god you’re beautiful” at a family picnic when I was 17 and regarded my chest and face. This is when I wanted to get rid of my boobs but obviously couldn’t afford surgery and when I brought it up to my mom she would say I was overreacting and that I should be thankful for having something men want. 😷

After my experience in high school, I wore either sweatshirts or baggy clothes to college. It wasn’t until after I met my current bf that he helped me love myself. I hated my breasts for a long time, as you’ve read. He loves them (obviously me as a person too) and has helped me love them and appreciate them. Obviously you don’t need a man to love yourself, but I was in a dark place regarding my boobs. I still am a little annoyed with them still to this day.

Thanks for reading just wanted to share my story.