A History of My Boobs Part One

Now that I’ve got your attention….Body dysmorphic disorder and OCD are playmates that have spent time in my garden for six-plus years. I forget how old I was when I started feeling like my boobs weren’t big enough but suddenly I was obsessed. OCD had reared its head and suddenly it was attacking my own body. I would change my outfits multiple times before I went anywhere even the library or the park. I became very good at the comparison game. Body positivity is almost impossible when OCD is holding your hand. And I don’t remember choosing it as a partner.