I am 19, 32 G/H 5'4'' 124 lbs. Everyone here knows the story. Breasts develop early, they keep growing, pain and stress over bras and a myriad of other boob related annoyances, low self confidence, you get the gist. I started to be self conscious when I was in 7th grade. I had D cup breasts when all my other 13 year old friends were A's and B's. I started to hate my body in a way I couldn't explain. As a sophmore in highschool I found out about breast reduction (I was well into a G cup by then), but I only heard horror stories from my mother who berated me for not loving who I was. The thing is, in my mind I am small, I am petite. These giant things on my chest hide who I am and cause me pain in the process. A few months ago I finally made a decision to start seriously pursuing a breast reduction surgery. I want to buy a 10 dollar bra- something that honestly sounds like fiction. I so desperately want to look in the mirror and be proud of what I see. Yet, I have been getting so much negativity since I have started. My doctor agreed that I am a good candidate, she has started documenting what I have tried to control the pain and that I lost 40+ pounds and all my boobs did was grow. My boyfriend has stood by me this whole way and showed nothing but support. After him and my doctor, however, I have only gotten harsh judgement and derisive glares. The chiropractor my doctor sent me to told me I just needed to stretch and strengthen muscles (something I am doing anyways) because I should be happy and just deal with what I have. The massage therapist that my doctor sent me to gave me a very quiet meaningful stare that said "you are horrible for wanting to cut your body just to feel better". Since I told my mother she has only sent me horror stories. Pictures of nipple necrosis and other terrible complications from breast reduction. All of a sudden the resolve I built up to stand up for myself is slipping away. Now I keep trying to find people on this website who have gone through this procedure and love it, but all that pops up lately are festering wounds and warning signs. I don't want to stop pursuing something I have wanted for so long. I want to say I should be strong and go for it, but I need someone else to tell me that too. I need to know that I am not being a petulant child 'complaining about what God gave her'. I don't want to wait to be free. I know it's silly, but maybe someone who is also going through this process could go through it with me? Message me if you would also like to just talk through what's happening for you. I love all of you beautiful people, thank you.