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Read this before you immediately jump to conclusions like everyone else. (Click the link.)
And yeah.
Sort-of summary.
They're for me.
I've wanted and have known that I've needed them since the fifth grade.
I'm asian.
The end.
My mom has them.
They're not for guys.
My boyfriend likes my boobs but says I can do whatever will make me happy.
I cry at Victoria's Secret Catalogues.
I can't wear swimsuits in public.
I'm obsessed with other girls' breasts.
I have to stop the tears in the locker room.
I can't wear some clothes that I like.
I feel unattractive naked and even in my favorite lingerie.
Shopping makes me cry.
I feel so ugly and I feel like a man.
Other than that I love my body.
I have a small waist.
And large hips and a nice ass.
I work out.
I like my face.
The only thing I dislike is my breasts.
I live in Southern California.
There ya go.
That's an important fact.
More specifically I live in Newport Beach.
I have friends who've had surgeries.
My mom's had surgery.
So have her friends.
It's considered pretty normal.
And we have the money.
Just putting that out there.
And also I just want Bs. I just want to be normal and proportionate and I just want to feel like a girl and finally be happy with my body.
My boyfriend likes my chest the way it is.
Juuust putting that out there because everyone immediately jumps to the conclusion that it's for boys.
And yeah, I'm fourteen.
I've been researching since I was twelve.
I'm almost fifteen.
And I look prepubescent even though I'm going into my sophmore year.
Pills do not work.
Creams don't either.
I've tried.
Also I went through puberty in the fifth grade.
I haven't grown at all since seventh.
And I was hoping for the surgery by senior or junior year.
Over the summer would be nice.
And yeah, the curvy body comes from my half-spanishness. I just never got the boobs.
Also, there are no boobs in my family. None. I was so set on this and I wanted hope so I looked back three generations.
The guys have bigger ones.
You can obviously see why I'm upset.
Other than my chest I actually think I'm pretty beautiful. And yeah, I do have a psychologist. And haha, wheel-chair girl you really need to get over yourself. I asked a question. I wasn't the one that hurt your brother so while I'm sorry your life is so terrible that you feel the need to virtually attack random strangers, you need to stop it with your bitching. Nobody cares.
Read this before you immediately jump to conclusions like everyone else. (Click the link.)
And yeah.
Sort-of summary.
They're for me.
I've wanted and have known that I've needed them since the fifth grade.
I'm asian.
The end.
My mom has them.
They're not for guys.
My boyfriend likes my boobs but says I can do whatever will make me happy.
I cry at Victoria's Secret Catalogues.
I can't wear swimsuits in public.
I'm obsessed with other girls' breasts.
I have to stop the tears in the locker room.
I can't wear some clothes that I like.
I feel unattractive naked and even in my favorite lingerie.
Shopping makes me cry.
I feel so ugly and I feel like a man.
Other than that I love my body.
I have a small waist.
And large hips and a nice ass.
I work out.
I like my face.
The only thing I dislike is my breasts.
I live in Southern California.
There ya go.
That's an important fact.
More specifically I live in Newport Beach.
I have friends who've had surgeries.
My mom's had surgery.
So have her friends.
It's considered pretty normal.
And we have the money.
Just putting that out there.
And also I just want Bs. I just want to be normal and proportionate and I just want to feel like a girl and finally be happy with my body.
My boyfriend likes my chest the way it is.
Juuust putting that out there because everyone immediately jumps to the conclusion that it's for boys.
And yeah, I'm fourteen.
I've been researching since I was twelve.
I'm almost fifteen.
And I look prepubescent even though I'm going into my sophmore year.
Pills do not work.
Creams don't either.
I've tried.
Also I went through puberty in the fifth grade.
I haven't grown at all since seventh.
And I was hoping for the surgery by senior or junior year.
Over the summer would be nice.
And yeah, the curvy body comes from my half-spanishness. I just never got the boobs.
Also, there are no boobs in my family. None. I was so set on this and I wanted hope so I looked back three generations.
The guys have bigger ones.
You can obviously see why I'm upset.
Other than my chest I actually think I'm pretty beautiful. And yeah, I do have a psychologist. And haha, wheel-chair girl you really need to get over yourself. I asked a question. I wasn't the one that hurt your brother so while I'm sorry your life is so terrible that you feel the need to virtually attack random strangers, you need to stop it with your bitching. Nobody cares.