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The Last Straw I was invited to a fraternity...
The Last Straw
I was invited to a fraternity formal and it's in Florida on the beach. Unfortunately my date and I had just met and he asked me a month before it was road trip time. I had a month to the nearly impossible, find a dress that fits my boobs and my body. After spending countless hours shopping and with no sight of the end I finally just settled on a dress. I wasn't going to even entertain the idea of shopping for swimsuits and I would just use the same top that I have worn for 2 years and mix with bottoms.
We finally get to the hotel and everyone is down at the pool...Great. Reluctant to take off my top and just receive stares, I did anyway. The worst part of my boobs is that everyone assumes they're fake and I'm stereotyped into the plastic [RS bleep] or slutty. That's not the case at all. (The 2nd worse part is your friends trying to help you and give you advice, like going to Victoria's Secret to buy bras and swimwear. LOL, they don't have my size!) On the 3rd day of the trip my date asked me to be his girlfriend in the sand and had one of my friends play photographer......It was adorable, but of course the boobs stole the show.
As soon as I got back to Tennessee I set up an appointment with the Plastic Surgeon. I've already done the informational appointment, on Dec 1st I have the consultation with the plastic surgeon. YAY. I want document this whole process because I feel like I'm alone, and I always have felt that way. But in case there is a young girl out there who feels alone, maybe she can follow me and feel some comfort.
I was invited to a fraternity formal and it's in Florida on the beach. Unfortunately my date and I had just met and he asked me a month before it was road trip time. I had a month to the nearly impossible, find a dress that fits my boobs and my body. After spending countless hours shopping and with no sight of the end I finally just settled on a dress. I wasn't going to even entertain the idea of shopping for swimsuits and I would just use the same top that I have worn for 2 years and mix with bottoms.
We finally get to the hotel and everyone is down at the pool...Great. Reluctant to take off my top and just receive stares, I did anyway. The worst part of my boobs is that everyone assumes they're fake and I'm stereotyped into the plastic [RS bleep] or slutty. That's not the case at all. (The 2nd worse part is your friends trying to help you and give you advice, like going to Victoria's Secret to buy bras and swimwear. LOL, they don't have my size!) On the 3rd day of the trip my date asked me to be his girlfriend in the sand and had one of my friends play photographer......It was adorable, but of course the boobs stole the show.
As soon as I got back to Tennessee I set up an appointment with the Plastic Surgeon. I've already done the informational appointment, on Dec 1st I have the consultation with the plastic surgeon. YAY. I want document this whole process because I feel like I'm alone, and I always have felt that way. But in case there is a young girl out there who feels alone, maybe she can follow me and feel some comfort.
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