My boobs (yes, I say boobs instead of breasts) started growing at a very young age. I cannot for the life of me remember even being an A Cup. It seems as if I went straight from a training bra to a B, C, and then D. Like, whoa. {Whoa, whoa. Girl's got a love like whoa.} Finally (like that's a good thing), the dreaded day came where my mum, sister, and I all went to a bra shop, and the sales rep told me that I am not size DD anymore, but an E, then a F, and then a G. Believe it or not, I am almost sixteen (15 more days, baby!) and wear a freaking. size. G.

Whenever I talk to my friends, a joke concerning my bra size always comes up. Sometimes it gets irritating and other times I simply laugh along. It's irritating because I honestly despise my bra size. I always say that when I turn eighteen, I am going to get a breast reduction. {Let's see if I hold true to this promise.} People always tell me to embrace what God gave me. My response is always, "Talk to me when He gives you a size as big or bigger than mine." People always tell me that guys will love it. Um, hello! I don't care what guys will love. I don't love it.

The struggle with having a large chest is not far and few in between.  Everyday occurrences help to aid my decision and want of a breast reduction. I've decided to compile a list of reasons why having big boobs is not as "perfect" as it is portrayed.

One | Finding a top that fits both your chest and tummy area all correctly is hard. If it fits my chest, it hardly fits elsewhere. If it fits anywhere aside from my chest, then haha, good luck there.

Two | Back aches. Doctors say that if you have continuous back pain, then you need to make an appointment to get that checked out, and if worst comes to worst, there is breast reduction avenue. Well, I know that I need to lose some weight before even considering a breast reduction, so making an appointment at the doctor's office is pointless. I'm doing my part at the moment, which is working out and trying to lose some weight, so until I get to "that point", it's all a waiting process.

Three | Good luck not wearing a bra. I can hardly go without a bra! If I do, it is only when I am going to bed at night. Sometimes I cannot even do that because of the strain. It honestly sucks. You know that strapless dress you'd like to get? You better have a strapless bra on hand or else you're out of luck.

Four | Swimsuit shopping is a pain in the you-know-where. The support these bathing suits have nowadays are horrendous! I would prefer not having to break the bank just because I want to look cute, yet still have some support up there. I know that there are some sites online that sells quality swimwear for bigger bust gals like myself, but the struggle of ordering a top, waiting for it to come in the mail, trying it on, and then determining it's the wrong size (thanks for the crazy measurements from UK to US) is too much of a hassle.

Five | The price of bras is ridiculous! Bras for any and all sizes tend to get up there in price, but at least the smaller busted gals have the choice of how much they'd like to shell out of the bank. Um, E or higher, you might as well walk away from that super cute, polka dot bra right there. It won't fit and the price is just waaaay to cheap. You should know by now that you can't walk out of a bra shop for gals like us without spending less than eighty bucks.

Six | Running and jumping jacks are my worst nightmare. I think this is pretty self explanatory.

Tune: Whatever She's Got by David Nail