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Waking Up Stacked
I began developing in the third grade and can still remember the first day I wore a "training" bra to school. I was teased endlessly. It wasn't long before I busted out of the training stage and moved right up to a C cup. By the time I was in 5th grade I was a 34C and in seventh grade a 34D. My classmates always accused me of stuffing my bra and I came home from middle school nearly everyday in tears. My freshman year of high school I was 34DD. I hated myself, my body, and my breasts especially. I tried to hide it so I wouldn't feel as self-conscious by wearing a tight sport bra over a minimizer that I spilled out of, which only succeeded in giving me one big uni-boob.
December 2000 I was trying on a 34DD bra and it was too small. I burst into tears and bawled hysterically about the whole situation. When my tears were in check, I called my mom (who lives about an hour away from me) and told her how I was feeling and asked if she woud consider allowing me to have a breast reduction for my 18th birthday. She was all for it, which surprised me just a little. She told me that she felt sorry for me and couldn't remember when I had got that big. She also asked me to come up with a list of surgeons to contact for a consultation.
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