velvettulip:

Once I hit puberty, I kept waiting to finish blossoming into a voluptuous woman like my female peers and mentors said I would, but the bosoms had other plans, and stuck at a large A/small B. I have never experienced cleavage in a low-cut top or dress, or the va-va voom feeling that I imagine accompanies it.

Sometimes it makes me feel a bit dysmorphic because the rest of my body is so big and curvy that it makes me feel that comparatively my breasts are… anticlimactic. I know that big breasts are by no means the defining aspect of a woman, but they certainly help, and not having them often makes me feel unfeminine and undefined.

I don’t even know why I wrote this, I just feel like shit about it today.