I like myself just fine naked but when it comes time to put clothes on I'm like, where did these boobs even come from? They've been this size for ten years, I dunno why I'm still so shocked they don't fit into anything. They never have. But inside my head they're half their size.

I mean, I could say the same thing about my belly, but for that I'm more likely to blame the clothes. My belly is me. My boobs keep making me think I've stolen somebody else's torso.

I had the same problem when I grew hips. It was over a decade later I finally accepted they were mine & stopped bruising them on doorjambs.