I'm embarrassed that my breasts are so small

You stumble across something cute and immediately feel the pull of genuine desire — not the rehearsed kind, but the kind that catches you off guard.

You notice the way confidence flickers just beneath the surface, daring you to look closer. You find yourself drawn not to size or proportion but to the specific curve, the softness, the realness of what's right in front of you. You want to reach out and make that embarrassment disappear entirely.

You already know there's nothing to be ashamed of. You'd spend considerable time proving exactly that.