23 Years Old, 155 lbs, 5'2, 30G Ready to Ditch the Back Pain and Ill-fitting Clothes

After years of pain and straddling the line between plus size and standard sizing I've decided to finally do something about it. THE BOOBS. HAVE GOT. TO GO.

I've always wanted a breast reduction or even straight up top surgery/mastectomy. My breasts have always been a huge source of dysphoria for me ever since I was a C cup at 10 years old. I guess for some reason I thought I would never be approved because I didn't think they looked like what you picture when someone says "I need a breast reduction."

Then one of my friends who was also a 30 G announced that they were having a reduction i found myself thinking "Why? They just look a LITTLE big. If I can deal with mine then what's the big deal?" It was a shitty attitude and looking back on it, it was mostly jealousy.

They had their surgery and, at the time, I held the belief that there wasn't going to be much difference when I saw them.

HO. LY. [RS bleep]. (Excusez mon français.) It was like night and day. Their frame was smaller, they looked proportional, and I couldn't believe that I hadn't noticed how petite they were under all that boob. And not just that- they were standing straighter, having an easier time moving around in general and seemed to be much more active.

I wanted that. But my final push to schedule a breast reduction was actually a shirt that I ordered. It's a peach velvet crop top that says "Sorry you had a bad day. You can touch my boobs if you want." Amazing right? I ordered the largest size available, but in a fit of cruel irony it couldn't even fit over said boobs.

It was the last straw. I decided that this will be my finish line- fitting into this hilarious shirt. (And what a fitting shirt for the occasion)

I had my consultation at the end of April with Dr. M and not long after was approved by my insurance (omg?). Initially they wanted to do it the day after but we decided that way way too soon. So as of now my surgery date is set for June 5th!

Still trying to wrap my head around it and figuring out my leave of absence for work AND finishing moving into my new apartment. And only two weeks to do it all in...

Your days are numbered, boobs.

Yesterday a friend and I went out to window shop for new clothes that I'll most likely fit into post surgery. I couldn't get into the headspace of wearing anything under an XL but realistically I know that a lot of mediums and some smalls are going to fit me.
So we decided to go home and set aside a good chunk of my wardrobe to donate or toss.
Can I just say? The amount of shirts with stains on the chest is UNBELIEVABLE. A lot of them Probably won't be accepted.
I am by no means a messy eater but when you have G's, let me just say that soup is a dangerous choice.
Anyway, I'm having a hard time getting rid of clothes even though I know almost none of them will fit me in a month. I guess we'll try again while I'm laid up.

We managed to move everything into our new apartment this weekend and we're scrambling to get the house in order before Sunday. Of course now I'm getting second thoughts. Can I afford to miss this much work? Will I be able to take care of the dog etc;
My partner assures me that it'll be okay and I believe him. It's just such a big change that I can't help but be nervous. I know it'll be better in the long run for my mental and physical health. That's what I've got to keep telling myself.