The pic was when they were much smaller.. last year.. no more pictures if I can help it.. Think I used to be cute.. now I look so fat... but it is only boobs... the rest of me is normal.. ... easier then.. it has been a few months.. still bigger.
I loved sports.. i still try to play.. but no longer serious.. now I just play a little.. only for fun and laughs - the boobs are just too big. Too rediculous...mostly I can only sit on the side now.. the boobs just kill me..
I had a birthday this month. The one thing I wanted was one day with no bra. The straps always hurt. So tight.. can't breath deep.. digs in.. so hot.. its like kill my body for the boobs... figured one day I would try to not worry about the boobs to save my body... kill the boobs.. save my body... just one day!! Happy Birthday for my body!..
It was great.. as long as I didn't do anything.. but I wanted to do things.. went to the store.. they hurt and swang.. held them some..got staired at by everyone.. some women gave me such evil looks... guys just stared like normal... Jake wanted to play football like always.... I went.. couldn't really play.. i did try a little.. first time trying to play without a bra in about a year.. the guys were just being so nice and played real easy to not hurt me. I think they liked it tho.. they wanted me to play more.. but I just couldn't - I had to give up and just sit on the side.... with my stupid boobs... no fun. No body else had this problem... all guys there..
School has started. I haven't found a sports bra in the store that will fit - they seem to all stop at a D cup for my back size. So still wearing a D cup sports bra in gym class. I see the girls watching me as I struggle to put it on.. I pull it over my head like a shirt. The other girls do this and their boobs are just in tbe bra so easy... pop... boobs in the bra - so perfect..so lucky!
Me.. i pull on the sports bra.. it is tight.. and two huge boobs just hang out.. not even close to being in the bra... so I have to pull the bra away from my body with one hand.. and try to push a boob up into it with the other.. not easy.. the boobs are all soft and squishy and dont want to go in the bra.. and they are like 6 times bigger than my hand... i push one up and try to catch this first boob inside the bra.. push it up some more.. reach in from the top - grab it like a briefcase.. and pull the damn thing up into place... all while the other boob just hangs out still bouncing around.. so freaking embarrassing... no body has this problem.. even worse trying to get the second boob in.. because the first one already takes up all the space... mean while.. the other girls have left the locker room.. I'm the last one ready.. the last one out of the locker room.. because of the huge boobs...
My boobs are now the biggest in the school... including the teachers.. just crazy.. i used to be the fastest girl running... now.. I try.. but no way.. even with the sports bra..I run about 20 or 30 yards... and it hurts - all my running energy just goes to chest bouncing.. if too active I need to push them back up inside the bra...
The weight kills my back...
i was wearing a white shirt to school a few days ago.. all was ok.. normal enough.. but on the way walking home it started to rain.. i didn't notice or think about it at first.. I was walking with my friend Jake.. I saw he was just staring at my chest.. he is normally good to look in my eyes.. we have been friends a long time.. but these boobs are so new and sooo big.. and I realized the rain had turned me into a walking wet t-shirt contest..... i had to start walking while leaning way over so the shirt would hang away from my body - not just cling to my boobs - showing way too much.. the boys could all walk normal...
In school so far this year 7 guys have offered me money to see my boobs.. i havent done it yet... but I worry so much about money for bigger bras as these boobs just keep growing.. soon the grass will die for the winter.. i mowed grass for bra money all summer.. i may need to show off the two super fat rediculous twins if I can't get a bigger bra when needed. I'm a little happy I may have a way to get money for bigger bras...my biggest worry...
Guess I've started to just give in.. there is nothing I can do. They just keep growing. I don't cry about them as much as I used too.. still cry when i'm alone when there are new things I can't do.. or when I think too much about how easy it used to be to do everything..
Riding a bike now.. almost impossible.. little bumps on the road = big bounce on top.. try to hold my knees further apart so my legs don't bang my boobs when the peddles rotate up... also the bending over to reach the handlebars means the boobs start to fall out / really fall out the top of my bra if I wear a normal bra... i didnt need to change bras to ride a bike before.. & before that no bra at all to ride a bike... what if I dont have time to change bras.. the guys just want to go now!... not please wait 4 minutes while I go try to squish these giant boobs into a too small sports bra.. but dont change.. and they torture me...
Maybe I've started getting used to being nothing but huge boobs...not able to do all the normal things.. ever tried to ride a horse with huge boobs? OMG that was the worst! Go riding with friends in a dune buggy with huge boobs? Double OMG don't. . Everyone else can hold on to the oh-shit bars in the dune buggy to help them stay in place.. me.. either hold boobs cuz they hurt like crazy bouncing wildly.. or hold the oh-shit bars so my whole body doesn't bounce out of the seat - but holding the oh-shit bars just lets the boobs go crazy... just a 100% struggle... not fun.. impossible... no escape.. one hand on oh-shit bars.. not enough... one arm/hand on huge boobs in dune buggy not enough..
just watching everyone with out boob problems have all the fun..is no fun.... I want to have fun too!
No way to buy anything cute. Cute on a normal girl becomes porn on me... normal on them is almost porn on me.. sweat shirt tops.. kind of OK.. size 2xxxx mens T-shirts.. hang down past my knees.. but do kind of OK on top...other girls look cute in a Disney Princess T-shirt.. same shirt on me -- looks sickening and really weird!
Just wondering and worried.. every week it seems like more things I can't do... oh.. just going shopping in the grocery store has become crazy hard.. with a shopping cart.. no one else even thinks about it.. but being short.. having huge boobs.. trying to reach into the cart to get something from the bottom of the cart.. got to get one boob over the side of the cart.. then bend carfully so the edge of the cart doest kill that boob.. stand on tippy toes.. reach down to the item in the cart.. reposition the stupid boob if needed and try again.. get the item out of the cart.. if i need to use two hands to get the item out.. (like a case of water).. freaking nightmare as both boobs have to go over the edge of the cart... i mostly just need to ask for help then..handicapped.... (can you get this for me please?)
Oh well. I know no one understands the struggle - or how worried I am that things will keep getting even worse as they keep growing.. (Mom is something like an N or O cup.. just guessing.. she never does anything.. can't do anything... she yells at me cuz I keep trying to do some things - she kept growing till she was 18... I'm 13.. the Dr. Said most likely I will be like Mom... I cried hard then... still cry...)...
Anyway.. back to the struggle..! I'm going to try and squish them back into the sports bra - put on a way too big t-shirt.. and go see what Jake wants to do now.... run.. . Maybe (hopefully) sit and talk in the moon light.. maybe a simple easy almost painless walk around the park... that just hurts my back a little... whatever.. maybe they wont get quite as big if I stay a little active...
I loved sports.. i still try to play.. but no longer serious.. now I just play a little.. only for fun and laughs - the boobs are just too big. Too rediculous...mostly I can only sit on the side now.. the boobs just kill me..
I had a birthday this month. The one thing I wanted was one day with no bra. The straps always hurt. So tight.. can't breath deep.. digs in.. so hot.. its like kill my body for the boobs... figured one day I would try to not worry about the boobs to save my body... kill the boobs.. save my body... just one day!! Happy Birthday for my body!..
It was great.. as long as I didn't do anything.. but I wanted to do things.. went to the store.. they hurt and swang.. held them some..got staired at by everyone.. some women gave me such evil looks... guys just stared like normal... Jake wanted to play football like always.... I went.. couldn't really play.. i did try a little.. first time trying to play without a bra in about a year.. the guys were just being so nice and played real easy to not hurt me. I think they liked it tho.. they wanted me to play more.. but I just couldn't - I had to give up and just sit on the side.... with my stupid boobs... no fun. No body else had this problem... all guys there..
School has started. I haven't found a sports bra in the store that will fit - they seem to all stop at a D cup for my back size. So still wearing a D cup sports bra in gym class. I see the girls watching me as I struggle to put it on.. I pull it over my head like a shirt. The other girls do this and their boobs are just in tbe bra so easy... pop... boobs in the bra - so perfect..so lucky!
Me.. i pull on the sports bra.. it is tight.. and two huge boobs just hang out.. not even close to being in the bra... so I have to pull the bra away from my body with one hand.. and try to push a boob up into it with the other.. not easy.. the boobs are all soft and squishy and dont want to go in the bra.. and they are like 6 times bigger than my hand... i push one up and try to catch this first boob inside the bra.. push it up some more.. reach in from the top - grab it like a briefcase.. and pull the damn thing up into place... all while the other boob just hangs out still bouncing around.. so freaking embarrassing... no body has this problem.. even worse trying to get the second boob in.. because the first one already takes up all the space... mean while.. the other girls have left the locker room.. I'm the last one ready.. the last one out of the locker room.. because of the huge boobs...
My boobs are now the biggest in the school... including the teachers.. just crazy.. i used to be the fastest girl running... now.. I try.. but no way.. even with the sports bra..I run about 20 or 30 yards... and it hurts - all my running energy just goes to chest bouncing.. if too active I need to push them back up inside the bra...
The weight kills my back...
i was wearing a white shirt to school a few days ago.. all was ok.. normal enough.. but on the way walking home it started to rain.. i didn't notice or think about it at first.. I was walking with my friend Jake.. I saw he was just staring at my chest.. he is normally good to look in my eyes.. we have been friends a long time.. but these boobs are so new and sooo big.. and I realized the rain had turned me into a walking wet t-shirt contest..... i had to start walking while leaning way over so the shirt would hang away from my body - not just cling to my boobs - showing way too much.. the boys could all walk normal...
In school so far this year 7 guys have offered me money to see my boobs.. i havent done it yet... but I worry so much about money for bigger bras as these boobs just keep growing.. soon the grass will die for the winter.. i mowed grass for bra money all summer.. i may need to show off the two super fat rediculous twins if I can't get a bigger bra when needed. I'm a little happy I may have a way to get money for bigger bras...my biggest worry...
Guess I've started to just give in.. there is nothing I can do. They just keep growing. I don't cry about them as much as I used too.. still cry when i'm alone when there are new things I can't do.. or when I think too much about how easy it used to be to do everything..
Riding a bike now.. almost impossible.. little bumps on the road = big bounce on top.. try to hold my knees further apart so my legs don't bang my boobs when the peddles rotate up... also the bending over to reach the handlebars means the boobs start to fall out / really fall out the top of my bra if I wear a normal bra... i didnt need to change bras to ride a bike before.. & before that no bra at all to ride a bike... what if I dont have time to change bras.. the guys just want to go now!... not please wait 4 minutes while I go try to squish these giant boobs into a too small sports bra.. but dont change.. and they torture me...
Maybe I've started getting used to being nothing but huge boobs...not able to do all the normal things.. ever tried to ride a horse with huge boobs? OMG that was the worst! Go riding with friends in a dune buggy with huge boobs? Double OMG don't. . Everyone else can hold on to the oh-shit bars in the dune buggy to help them stay in place.. me.. either hold boobs cuz they hurt like crazy bouncing wildly.. or hold the oh-shit bars so my whole body doesn't bounce out of the seat - but holding the oh-shit bars just lets the boobs go crazy... just a 100% struggle... not fun.. impossible... no escape.. one hand on oh-shit bars.. not enough... one arm/hand on huge boobs in dune buggy not enough..
just watching everyone with out boob problems have all the fun..is no fun.... I want to have fun too!
No way to buy anything cute. Cute on a normal girl becomes porn on me... normal on them is almost porn on me.. sweat shirt tops.. kind of OK.. size 2xxxx mens T-shirts.. hang down past my knees.. but do kind of OK on top...other girls look cute in a Disney Princess T-shirt.. same shirt on me -- looks sickening and really weird!
Just wondering and worried.. every week it seems like more things I can't do... oh.. just going shopping in the grocery store has become crazy hard.. with a shopping cart.. no one else even thinks about it.. but being short.. having huge boobs.. trying to reach into the cart to get something from the bottom of the cart.. got to get one boob over the side of the cart.. then bend carfully so the edge of the cart doest kill that boob.. stand on tippy toes.. reach down to the item in the cart.. reposition the stupid boob if needed and try again.. get the item out of the cart.. if i need to use two hands to get the item out.. (like a case of water).. freaking nightmare as both boobs have to go over the edge of the cart... i mostly just need to ask for help then..handicapped.... (can you get this for me please?)
Oh well. I know no one understands the struggle - or how worried I am that things will keep getting even worse as they keep growing.. (Mom is something like an N or O cup.. just guessing.. she never does anything.. can't do anything... she yells at me cuz I keep trying to do some things - she kept growing till she was 18... I'm 13.. the Dr. Said most likely I will be like Mom... I cried hard then... still cry...)...
Anyway.. back to the struggle..! I'm going to try and squish them back into the sports bra - put on a way too big t-shirt.. and go see what Jake wants to do now.... run.. . Maybe (hopefully) sit and talk in the moon light.. maybe a simple easy almost painless walk around the park... that just hurts my back a little... whatever.. maybe they wont get quite as big if I stay a little active...