I never had a chance. My mom was taken from me when I was 9, so she never got the chance to explain a lot of things I otherwise would have known about, cause believe me - my dad explained nothing. By the time I was 12, I hated my breasts. I could never wear strapless anything, was terrified of a wedding dress and prom dresses, terrified of having sex, and not only that, you could tell I had huge saggy breasts as a teen, even in my clothes. And I was otherwise a very, very pretty girl. But I rarely had boyfriends. And if I had sex with someone, I cannot tell you how many times it was over. No phone calls, nothing. Now I'm in my 40's and I'm in love with another man (that is not my husband - don't judge - you don't know the situation), but he's had his pick of women, and although he thinks he's in love me with also, he doesn't know. I have felt like my life was ruined all my life because of this. I wish I had married a rich man so I could've had a breast reduction or something so my self-esteem would be better. And it's not just a matter of accepting myself. They're huge, I can't even see below them, Food falls on them all the time (when I'm in clothes), and they sag almost to my belly. What did I do to deserve this? I feel like God or whoever it is out there just played a cruel trick on me by giving me a sensitive heart, but this deep insecurity that has plagued me my entire life. To make it worse, my areolas are HUGE. You can't even see the borders, they just being to blend in with the rest of my breast tissue.