TMI. Honestly, it will be. But I must vent. SOORY.

…why in the world are there stretch marks on my breasts? Honestly?
They have not gotten any bigger since about freshman year. And there are stretchmarks on them. That are new. Yes, new. As in still pink. As in new within the past two months (don’t remember when they first showed up, but they’re less than two months old, this I know).
Is my body playing a sick joke on me? Or are they just REALLY late.
As in, oh, you know, at least three years too late?
No. That cannot be it.
There has to be something.

My hope? That it’s in preparation for getting larger.
HOWEVER, that would have happened by now. And seeing as it hasn’t, I am out of luck.

Bah.

Stupid body. Stupid lines. Stupid breasts.