Not gonna lie, when I was a little girl all I wanted was boobs. I dreamt of the day that I would no longer have to wear my pink glasses and be a skinny little kid that was as flat as a pancake. I imagined myself with big, perky boobs. All I wanted was a C-cup. Come 7th Grade, I was still a AA. Throught that school year, however, my tatas suddenly burst out into my dream boobs, a 32C. By Christmas the next year, I was up to a D! And I loved it. All the girls were jealous and what guy doesn't like boobs? Then a year later I was a DD. But I was still okay with it.

Today I went to Victoria's Secret for a bra and a bikini. All the DD's I tried on were too big! I finally asked for help and was told 1. I am now a 34DDD and 2. I have to order all bras online because no stores around my crappy little hometown have bras big enough for my boobs. I cried. The experience I have always loved has now turned into one of the most depressing things in my life. I can't buy the pretty lace bras I love so much! I'm now limited to special order only.

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