LOL! You had more guts than me. I was embarrassed – at times even traumatized – about my breasts for the longest time. I spent so much time trying to cover them and hide them.

My breasts were quite large as young as age 14. They kind of suddenly exploded into being. For my birthday when I turned 14, I got my first "real" bras. They were A-cups. The following Christmas, I got up that morning to find the tree humorously hung with my "gifts" – ten D-cup old lady bras. I couldn't see the humor of my whole family laughing at my "granny bras," as my sisters called them.

I spent my adolescence and young adulthood being traumatized by my breasts because it seemed the very size of them was a moral conviction against me. Guys, including college aged guys, actually said to me that they were so large because I must have let guys play with them so much. And, the lewd scenarios so many spun at me about them… I'm sure you can imagine.