LitFashionCurator

For years, I buried myself in oversized clothes, hoping the world wouldn't notice my large breasts and even larger butt. I had a woman's figure since I was eleven years old. I was well-developed than most girls my age. Everything I wore hugged my curves in ways that made me a target for both boys and men. As I grew older, another issue emerged - I was a stress eater. If I had a bad day at school, I'd come home and stuff my face with whatever was in the fridge. Sometimes there wasn't anything but breakfast trays my mom brought home from her school cafeteria job. But on the days when Mpm received her food stamps, the fridge would be brimming with all kinds of goodies. That's when I'd really go to town if I had a bad day. Soon, I was hoping the world wouldn't notice the extra weight I carried, so I wore oversized sweaters, pants, and dresses to hide the bulges. My spirit was heavy as well. I was constantly bullied by other kids about my appearance and did...