I don’t know about yours but mine are a C on the verge of a D. There not perfect but I think they very much fit me. I use to try to hide them, yes seriously my womanhood, I use to try to make them understand I could do anything they could. I keep them to myself most times, in a turtleneck or a buttoned up shirt. Because thru high school the size of them resulted in me getting my feelings hurt. I was ashamed of my curves, I was labeled all the time. Until my best friend told me to think there not your breast there mine. I still cover them up but not as much as everyday. Because I soon came to learn my breasts are A-Okay. It doesn’t matter what he say or she say cuz I’m still goin be me. Because as I stare in the mirror it’s only beauty I see. Just one of those spur of the moment thing.