Dear Life..

I like to think of myself as somewhat of a trendy young lady. I attempt to stay afloat and follow the latest fashion-some of it anyway, because frankly, there are a lot of heinous trends out there.
My favorite store in the whole entire world seldom lets me down-Forever 21. However, I am an idiot when it comes to picking out shirts that fit me correctly. And by fit me correctly I mean don't display my boobs like I'm a desparate hooker.
<-This shirt for instence-very cute, a silvery, metallic look going on, and it has found a comfy residence in my closet.
However, I failed to notice the deep-as-the-grand-canyon neck line. Damnit, A!
I try these shirts on in the mirror at this place and at the time I think of all these hair-brained ideas of how I could pin this or hide that. Then Friday night rolls along and I am feeling like a complete whore, pretending I planned this all along and I'm just showing off my goodies (which by the way, my boyfriend hates me for). Every weekend he gives me death looks and sighs, "Another booby shirt?"
The truth is, I don't mean to pick out shirts that make me look like Pamela Anderson. Sometimes these bad boys have a mind of their own. With that in mind, though, I hate wearing shirts up to my neck but I can't seem to find a happy, middle ground! What's wrong with me?! Do I secretly like my ta-tas being so exposed? Am I turning into Heidi Montag, (except mine are real)?

Considering a breast reduction-
A