Tag: I don’t know what to call this

Don’t reblog. I just had to get this out so I could breathe again. I’d cut it, but I’m on mobile, so meh.

My boobs are like housemates that one can’t stand to be around but also can’t afford (at the moment, at least) to kick out.

I want them gone, totally gone, so badly. I’ve never wanted them and I’ve hated them from the moment I started getting them.

They feel and look foreign to me, alien and unnatural, disturbing.

I want them gone.

But I have enough trouble with anxiety as it is without people wondering why, oh why, would I want to remove healthy breasts. They do nothing for *my* health–the worsen my back issues, weigh down my breathing, cause skin irritation unless I use antiperspirant under them, but worst of all the hurt my mental health.

I want them gone so badly, but I am so afraid of what that step would take in so many ways.