I struggle to even fill a bra, my singlet tops, low-cut shirts etc. I just turned 23 at the start of December and everyone is constantly telling me there is no way I am that old and that I must be only 16 or so. I would have at least liked to have reached a B cup so that I don't have to shop around for XXXS tops just to get them to fit.
I shave and wax just because I am afraid I am going to be in an accident or die and I am going to end up in hospital or the morgue looking like a relative of Bigfoot. I know it will probably be the least of my problems or that the staff have definitely seen worse but it just bothers me.
I have excruciatingly painful periods for the first couple of days. Strong painkillers can sometimes barely touch it and one time my mum nearly drove me to the hospital as I was in so much agony I could barely move. It felt like a balloon was in my abdomen and if I did anything it was going to burst.
When I was working I had to go home every 1-2 days a month as I just could not stand up and I would be crawling around trying to serve and do prep.
Went to the gyno and got an ultrasound and nothing was glaringly wrong. I do think I have endo or something somewhere as the pain shadows a lot of what people say. I also get this weird tingly feeling in the arch of my foot a couple of days before I get my period which I have no explanation for.
I wish I was infertile and could donate my working ovaries to someone who really needed them. I don't even want children, ever at all, and the whole exercise just seems very pointless and painful. Of course then everyone rushes in to tell me I will one day change my mind. I tell them I would be one of those mothers who shakes their baby because I cannot stand loud, repetitive noises and being alone with children freaks me out.
Yet children are like cats. It's like they know I dislike them so they gravitate towards me haha.