I feel soo harrassed.

[alexx]

So, I was sitting with a group of my friends and the girls were comparing boobs. However, I - still in the closet - was sitting out, with my baggy shirt on and layers of bras and shirts underneath to keep my breasts from showing (or...being less noticeable.)

One of the girls is my best friend, though, and has seen me naked and knows how big I am in that area and she said how big I was. I guess the other girls didn't believe her because one of them came up behind me and try to pull my shirt to look tighter on me.

I freaked out because I just really didn't want to have to notice my chest - or have other people gawk at it, for that matter - and shoved the girl away from me. I told her to stop but she wouldn't so I smacked her.

My dysphoria ran wild during that. Oh God.  I nearly hyperventilated. I was practically acting as if someone was trying to attack me. My arms were flailing everywhere and I was having some sort of panic attack. If it wasn't me, I would probably be laughing at this, to be honest.

[insideontheoutside]

So, I was sitting with a group of my friends and the girls were comparing boobs. However, I - still in the closet - was sitting out, with my baggy shirt on and layers of bras and shirts underneath to keep my breasts from showing (or...being less noticeable.)

One of the girls is my best friend, though, and has seen me naked and knows how big I am in that area and she said how big I was. I guess the other girls didn't believe her because one of them came up behind me and try to pull my shirt to look tighter on me.

I freaked out because I just really didn't want to have to notice my chest - or have other people gawk at it, for that matter - and shoved the girl away from me. I told her to stop but she wouldn't so I smacked her.

My dysphoria ran wild during that. Oh God.  I nearly hyperventilated. I was practically acting as if someone was trying to attack me. My arms were flailing everywhere and I was having some sort of panic attack. If it wasn't me, I would probably be laughing at this, to be honest.

I feel your pain, dude, seriously. High school was hell for me because of what I like to call "gender situations" like this. I will never understand the female obsession of breasts (honestly I love breasts - ON females lol big difference there) but I can relate it to the male obsession with their junk. Especially in our society where everything seems to be "bigger is better" that is of course going to rub off on people as they grow up. So most chicks would go, "oh you're so LUCKY to have big boobs!" when in reality you think it's one of the worst curses ever. They're not going to understand you and you're not going to understand them. Yes, being the center of attention and being made an "example" in public is horrid - been there, done that. But it doesn't change who you are inside. I used to pretend I was just acting a part in situations like that.

Also, maybe if you trust your best friend, you can slowly divulge some info to her about how you're feeling so that she can understand and maybe help you to avoid situations like that in the future?

[ilanthefirst]

Wow, maybe I'm just really sheltered, but that sounds inappropriate even for high school.

I think if you explain to them that you're uncomfortable with having a big chest, they might actually try not to bug you about it.  Lots of girls with big boobs are self-conscious about that, so you don't even have to come out to let them know that bothered you.