Life

Me and My Breasts: It’s Complicated

Bigger isn’t always better

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I started to develop breasts when I was eleven. It wasn’t a surprise. After all, I’d seen enough adult women to know that they were coming. It was painful. My body was stretching in a way that hadn’t before. My nipples were suddenly sore and sensitive. As they grew, even my center of balance changed.