It's sounds like complete bull but I just woke up and had them. I was in 3rd grade and my chest was hurting. I went into my mother's room and she was just as surprised as I was . She called all of her friends and told them her daughter was becoming a woman. When 5th grade came I remember boys liking me more. I remember having to tell them to get their hands off me. That I didn't like to be touched without my permission. That was happening to me more. I'm not sure what it was but they were paying attention to me. In 6th grade I can recall boys eyes shifting from my face to my chest. Like being obvious about it and not even trying to not seem gross. For some reason I wanted them bigger. I remember wishing I had bigger boobs. I didn't connect the attention with my chest I just know what women had and I wanted that. In 7th grade when I was playing around with my best friends brother in the woods he asked me out no where to see my breast. I ran as fast as I could out of there. I paid attention more after that. I couldn't find a decent bra to fit me. My friends called me attention seeking for showing cleavage. Once I got into high school I started to wear sweaters and big clothing and I didn't feel very good about myself. I would bind my chest with bandages and ask older women about reductions or removals. I wasn't happy with myself in high school and I hated myself. I wanted to change so much. The women would say " they made me female" and that "men liked them". The problem wasn't that I hated my body. I actually thought I was kind of good looking. People making me uncomfortable made me hate my body. The attention it was getting made me hate my body. last year I made a resolution to focus on myself. I was told I was beautiful that year the most I've been told. I wasnt becoming a woman , I was a was a woman. I felt better about myself as the year went on. I was dealing with men now who expressed their affection for me appropriately. I had friends, actual friends who said nice things about me . I still got touch without my permission and people still said inappropriate things. I stick up for myself now. I call people out on their stuff. I liked myself towards the end of the year. Although I still did not like my chest . It's been years of trying to overcome all of it but I'm still working. It's just lumps on chest. Too big on me but not too much handle.
