I woke up this morning and went into the bathroom to change, caught sight of myself in the mirror and cried. I know its just a bad day, and I know it'll pass, but I'm over this.
I've sent out emails (my draft box is finally empty), but no replies yet.
I'm so upset. I can hardly put my shirt on anymore without catching sight of the god-awful lumps of breast tissue hanging off of me. I go to admire my developing abs, but my chest is not perfect yet.
Coming off my monthies, my moobs are sore, and that only makes it worse. I can feel them.
I just... arg. I want them gone. Or I'm through.
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