Long story short- I hate my boobs. Funny enough I'm not too mad at the rest of my body but if genetics could've spared me some extra fat in my chest that would've saved me from years of self-hatred and the need to set aside money for a future boob job. I think the more depressing part about this is I genuinely believe having bigger boobs will make my life better and push me from a 4 to solid 7-8. I'm looking forward to the days I'm no longer crying or feeling anxious about having a "man chest" and wondering if my partner truly finds me attractive. I used to want a boob job so others could perceive me in a more attractive way, but it's gotten to the point where I avoid looking at my chest when crossing a mirror or looking down when putting my bra on. I'd prefer to just believe they're not there for now.