I remember being 12 years old and staring at my flat chest and wishing I had breasts I got my wish.. they suddenly appeared as if over night and started a life style I wouldn't wish on anyone, instead of getting breasts that would fit into a nice girly bra, I got breasts that only fitted the ugliest bras in farmers.
High school was a torment I suffered from taunts and groping from guys and even girls they demanded to know if they were real, I was forever jumping over out stretched legs as some horrible child yet again tried to trip me. I went from a thin 13 year old to an over weight young woman who wore long sleeved baggy clothes even in the summer, I worked in a supermarket and in the broiling heat I refused to take my jersey off.I wouldn't let guys that liked me get to close in the fear that they would feel how (as far as I was concerned) how horrible my breasts were. I later went through phases of not wanting to leave the house, my friends couldn't understand why I refused to go clubbing with them, I couldn't tell them how after a night at the clubs about the millions of bruises my breasts were left with afterwards, and the echoes of the not so complimentary comments still ringing in my ears.
I suffer from headaches, some so bad that I am sick, I get neck and shoulder pain and just recently back pain. I take about a box of panadol a week. now I am 21 years old and have almost completed a degree in Fine Arts and am 20G, I still have trouble accepting my breasts, I see them as a curse and pretend that they don't bother me a bit. I have plenty of friends guys and girls who love me for who I am. except I don't.