size 5 shoe.
and a 34 DD/E chest.
There is not a day goes by that I do not wish for/think about a breast reduction.
Bra shopping is one of my least favorite things to do in the world. I can try on multiple styles, in multiple shops, and still come away with nothing. I have tried buying online to no avail. I have even been tempted to live in sports bras.
I am uncomfortable in most dresses, dread having to contemplate swimming costumes, love strapless tops but very rarely will wear them.
I remember the days of 34B with great fondness.
Breast reductions are costly and damn well scary. I often wonder if I even had the money, would I go through it? Should it even be something I think about?
These are mine. These are what I got stuck with thanks to the family curse.
Maybe if I love and respect my breasts as being part of my unique make up, instead of thinking of them as this Other part of me that doesn't belong there, maybe I would feel better about myself in general.
Maybe I need to embrace them, and be proud of them.
But really, all I can think about is being able to walk into a store and buying the first pretty bra I see, whilst living in strapless tops.
I fear that these things are part of me I will never accept or be comfortable with. And I can't help feel sad about that.