OK guys - this is wild. I am in my late thirties and my whole life I have hated my breasts. They're a 38G. That's a lot. They've contributed to back problems, and I can never find shirts or sports bras to fit and I hate them. I've been toying around with the idea of reduction surgery, and my insurance will even cover a lot of it, but there's an obstacle. My husband, Tom. He's actually angry at me and is trying to make me feel like I'm burning his blankie. This is my body. I feel like he's being a moron.
