I've avoided this thread until now but I thought my experience might be helpful to some.

I hit full on puberty at 10, before I was 11 I was wearing a 36C bra. I went though high school with giant breasts (40D), they encumbered me and made playing sports (my sanctuary) painful, made me the focus of ridicule, and made me the focus of endless sexual advances from boys AND grown men. By the time I was 20 I was wearing 44DD and by the time they finally finished growing I was a 44E.

I spent years as a lifeguard, police officer, firefighter/medic, all the while dealing with breasts so large they impacted my breathing, hurt my back and neck, and made doing my job significantly more challenging than it should have been. At age 39 my parents gave me the best gift I ever received, they offered to pay for a breast reduction. I went from 44E to a B cup and could finally breathe again! My life improved immeasurably, I was no longer defined by my breasts, males looked me in the eye for the first time in my life, and I could ride and play sports without pain. The scarring on my chest is unbelievable, I looks like someone took a weed whacker to my chest, the scars are thick and ropey and sometimes uncomfortable. But I truly don't care.

Weirdest thing...the reactions I get for some women, so many wish they could have it done BUT their boyfriends or husbands wouldn't like it. Men respond by saying it's a tragedy and NO woman should have a reduction.

I would do it again in a heartbeat.