Let me tell you my story. Like you, I was born with the curse of a flat chest. My tiny boobs were the cause of a whole lot of shame, pain, and suffering in my lifetime. From junior high on, I was relentlessly teased about my flat chest. I was hassled about “not being developed.” My self-esteem was so low, I hardly had any friends – much less a boyfriend. It was a miracle that I was asked to the prom – except I couldn’t even enjoy myself. I had so much tissue paper stuffed in my dress that I was afraid to dance for fear of it falling out!
If you have small breasts, I feel for you – I really do. I know exaclty how it feels and what you’re going through. It’s not fair to have such small breast. Its really not. You want to look and feel ‘normal’, normal like every other woman who were blessed with a few cup sizes bigger than what you have now.
You go on and on about it to your friend but she tells you to stop talking about it, but she can’t understand what it’s like with her C cups.
All I wished for was for me to be able to fit into clothes normally and not feel so unproportioned. Just normal breasts would be fine, even a full a cup. I knew it had a lot to do with my breasts not having ever developed properly. Increasing my cup size was very important to me and I wanted to be able to feel normal.
My breast woes hit a boiling point when I moved to New York City for college. Did you know that New York is home to more models than the entire population of my hometown? No wonder I had such an inferiority complex! Finally, I reached a point when I realized that something had to be done. I just couldn’t take my flat-chested existence a minute longer!
At first, implants seemed like a good option. Okay, maybe not – I was a starving student living on rice and beans. Where was I going to get $6,000 to pay for surgery?
Call me stubborn or call me stupid, but I spent years trying every conceivable breast enlargement product on the market: I tried boob-boosting creams, and lotions; I tried hypnosis; I tried vacuum pumps; I tried all kinds of electronic massagers and gadgets; I prayed, pleaded, and begged my breasts to grow. And do you know what? Nothing happened! My breasts weren’t getting bigger.
By this time, I was more depressed than ever. Drowning in credit card debt, it looked as if I had run out of choices. I’d just have to accept the fact that I’d always have a flat chest. So, for awhile, that’s what I tried to do. I tried to forget about growing bigger breasts for a while but there isn’t a day that goes by when I don’t think it about especially when I look in the mirror.
Years of my obsession with breast enlargement lead me to lots reading and researching on how to get bigger breasts. Fortunately all my efforts paid off and I finally managed to increase my bust size which is what inspired me to create my website.
I’ve been through it all and now want to pass the good knowledge on to you about breast enlargement and getting bigger breasts.
Let me start off by showing what your breasts really are and when and how to naturally increase your bust size..
