#bustygirlproblems

That's right ladies and gentlemen. I have fucking HUGE tits. It's sure as fuck isn't a secret, they're kind of noticeable. Just kind of.

 I was measured roughly a month ago and as it turns out I was NOT the 40D-DD my mother assured me I was, oooohhhh no. Oh nonononono.

My name is Bridget, I am fifteen years old, and I am a 38G.

I was absolutely terrified to find that out. The nice lady who measured me left the room without telling me my size, and returned with some bras. I tried one on and it felt amazing. My back was already in less pain! So I checked the size and almost screamed..

Why oh god why.

I've been busty my entire life. I got my boobs at the tender age of 9, but refused to wear a bra until the end of fifth grade when I was almost a C cup.. Horrible mistake by the way I regret it so much..

The reason I'm making this post is because of an incident that happened yesterday at a surprise party thrown by two of the bitches in my friend group for the third bitch.

I went out in a blizzard to sit in a room for two hours to pretend to be happy while having glitter thrown at me by people I don't even like and be insulted and made fun of.. We played a few games including a question game wh everyone sat in a circle and asked questions. You couldn't answer the
questions or pause, so you asked as weird questions as possible to throw off everyone. I was not the only one victimized by this game.. While the constant stream of "why are Bridget's boobs so big?"




And "are Bridget's boobs real?" And "what do you think is hiding in Bridget's cleavage today?" And "do you think someday Bridget's boobs will grow so big that she'll snap in half?" All made by the same three people wasn't enough to piss me off, they attacked three of my real friends with a single question. One of those bitches turned to my very shy and painfully awkward friend Paul and said "Laura or Adele?"

Laura and Adele (not their real names obviously I'm not a twat..) are two of my real friends that Paul (again, fake name.. All the names are fake!) has had the courage to talk to me about because he's had crushes on both of them in the past.

Completely humiliated, Paul stood up from the group, his face completely red, and ran away
muttering 'I don't want to play anymore'. He hid in the kitchen for about 20 minutes before I went after him. Figured he needed some time to cool off. I found him sitting on the floor in the corner behind a chair and a pile of bags of chips, staring at the wall. It took a while to get him to come back out and even longer to get him to play another game. This game was a description game where people write down words or names of things and put them in a cup. Everyone gets a partner and the partners have a minute to get as many of the words right without saying the word and blah blah blah it's a dumb game. The three bitches wrote all of the words and when the cup was passed to my friend Austin, he suddenly got mad. He ripped up the piece of paper and started yelling about how whatever the bitches wrote was really mean and uncalled for.

They wouldn't tell me what it specifically said, but it had to do with my fucking chest..

And then there was the bit where it was the bitches turn (they were a group of three.. How fucking precious..) and their first phrase to describe was "Paul loves Adele" which meant another 45 minutes in the kitchen while Laura and Adele sat there very uncomfortable for the second time..

And after the party there was several hours of trying to patch together the self esteem of a 16 year old boy.. But that's a different blog post for a different day..

Those bitches have been making fun of my chest for years. It has come to a point where I see my brasize and want to cry. I feel disgusting. I feel like a freak. I can't do anything about it! I can't hide them, trust me, I've tried. I can't get a reduction this young, and homicide is unfortunately illegal...

People say that it's just because they're jealous, but that's just fucking ridiculous..

They are literally jiggling sacs of fat that make milk. Nothing to be jealous of especially considering all the bad things that come with them. You know what? Here's a list.

Back pain
Boob sweat
Achy breasts
Stretch marks from boob growth spurts (the only growth spurts I get.. Fml..)
Sagging
Granny bras at 13
Strapless dresses
Oversexualization
Being called a whore
Being judged for wearing a low cut shirt or dress
Unable to wear horozontal stripes (makes them look bigger)
Unable to wear turtle necks (makes them look bigger)
Banging self conscious about clothes stretching
Being unable to hug small children properly/ without being called a pedo
Everyone asking to touch them
People not thinking they're real just because you're a teenage girl and apparently dumb bitches like to put things in there to make them bigger like what what were you thinking go reevaluate your life
Your waist is one size, your boobs are another..
Running
Sports bras never work
 special bras are expensive as fuck
Button down shirts never work
Waist belts more like boob shelves
Food in your bra
Finding food in your bra that you weren't even eating..
Babies and toddlers always tryin to cop a feel..
Slimy teenager boys and old men always tryin to cop a feel..
People using you as a pillow
Being unable to hold a baby properly
Bathing suits don't support enough
Being unable to sleep on your front
Not being able to see your feet
Not being able to tie your shoes
Boob sunburns
Animals stepping on your boobs
Necklaces getting caught in your cleavage
Straps digging into your shoulders
Messenger bags
Bad posture
The magnetic attraction between your boobs and flat surfaces
People can't put their heads in your lap without suffocating
Gay men like to poke them
Gay women definitely like to poke them..
Can't lean over without hitting someone with your tits
Padded bras
Bras without underwire
Boob spillage
Being unable to cross your arms
And the list just keeps going...

I'm incredibly insecure about my chest..

Please stop sending me information about breast reduction surgery.. Please stop making comments about my inevitable cleavage.. Please stop trying to force me to wear more 'conservative' clothing.. Please stop making jokes about it.. Please stop telling people how you could get lost in my breasts.. Please stop telling me that they're doing it just because they're jealous. They're not. Trust me..