When I was 18, I sat at my parent's yellow formica kitchen table with the fluorescent light flickering overhead, and told them I wanted a breast reduction. "We've been thinking the same thing," they said. I could go on and on, story after repulsive story. I'm 53, boobs bigger than ever, and holy shit do I feel every word you wrote. Thank you for sharing your heartbreaking story. And fuck them. Every last one of them.