I have big titties. I’m sure that I could have put that more eloquently, but I’d rather shoot it straight. I started developing breasts around age 11 and by the time I was 14: I’d reached a DD-cup. Once I concluded that I didn’t have “movie titties,” I grew deeply insecure about them.

During my teens, I used clothes as a means to hide my body. In my early twenties, I strayed from clothes – whether I liked them aesthetically or not – that accentuated my bust. As a 26-year-old, one way that I’m working to unlearn it is by intentionally buying clothing that doesn’t leave room for me to hide. This knit top from Liz Claiborne, for instance, is loose where I need it to be but comfortably clings to my chest.

My personal style over the years speaks to the journey that I’m on, which is being a woman that’s comfortable in her own skin. There is no magic number of affirmations that will unwind my web of insecurities. I still grimace at the sight of my chest’s profile; but I also recognize that it’s mine, and that no part of me is worth being ashamed of. It’s imperative to me that I find clothes that feel good, that I look good in, and most importantly: makes me feel good about my body. I like that this top challenges me to accept what I can’t change about myself … one wear at a time.

I’m wearing: a thrifted Liz Claiborne top, Topshop paper bag cropped trousers, a vintage Levi’s jacket, and Air Max 93s.

(Photos by Jordan Mathews)