But I also knew there was no going back. I know she simply didn't have a clue what to say and she probably saw it as an invasion of privacy and something I would eventually grow out of, but if she could have only known the inner turmoil that all this secrecy caused me, she would have known that I needed her to tell me that I was perfectly normal and that my breast size had nothing to do with my worth. None of them work, and to be honest, I end up crying in the dressing room each spring. My butch wife has larger ones and she hates them as well. Underwires and padded bras held my breasts up and together in a way that I always felt made them look bigger.
"For the Law was given by Moses, Grace and Truth came through Jesus Christ" (John 1:17)
I wish I could make you see how beautiful you are. I'm just over here thinking They were visibly disheartened when I explained that I was just trying to be a "responsible teenager"