This is my titless saga, and yes I'm going to be very dramatic about it because here I am sitting at my computer alone anonymously writing about my sad life with sad [RS bleep] and I do tend allow myself to get carried away. ~WARNING: I'm very silly~ Skip ahead if you want to get straight to it. PROLOGUE I have been...
I've been wanting a BA since I discovered that my real breasts weren't coming in. I'm 5'6" and wear 36B BUT Victoria's Secret employees says I'm actually 40A. I'm physically active and currently in medical school so recovery and affordability are top priority. A natural appearance is also a must! I come from a very conservative family who has openly opposed plastic surgery. I've had one...
I have always tried to see my body in a positive light, but my tuberous breasts have made that goal difficult. I even went to counseling and took up nude modeling at the university art department in the hope that I could just get over it. Didn't happen. Now that I'm finally financially able, I'm finally flying down to California (my birth home) to have Doctor Agha Newport Beach fix the shape...
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