This is normal and purely aesthetic. I saw more breasts than a porn star when I was in the Navy and there were all kinds. Lop-sided, flat, pointy, saggy, big nipples, small nipples, inverted nipples…
You need to worry if there is a lump associated with it, but otherwise it’s just visual.
It’s really important to remember you judge yourself more harshly than anyone else ever will. You see your reflection day in and day out and it’s easy to get caught up on the things you hate. There are some things that you just cannot change with diet and exercise and you need to come to terms with the fact that you can’t make your legs longer, your feet smaller or your lips fuller. You can’t even out your breasts or change the size of your nipples.
Personally, despite other people hating on breast enhancements, I feel they are easily validated. Once you are old enough, have saved up the money, done your research, talked to multiple people about the pros and cons, you can always make a decision to have your breasts surgically altered. (Preparing for the onslaught of hate…)
I get it. I do. I had the saddest most pathetic breasts in the history of the world. I was self conscious, I hated being in bathing suits, I hated taking my shirt off during intercourse… Anything that forced me to show, what I felt was, a dramatic defect with my physique. Did having my breasts enlarged fix that problem? You bet your sweet fanny it did. But… only because that was a direct link to my unhappiness with my appearance. It’s easy to hide behind an ideal, proclaiming you’ll be happy when you reach it, then still being miserable because that wasn’t what made you miserable in the first place. (Did that make sense or was it just a run-on sentence that made sense only to me?) In other words: don’t falsely presume that “fixing” your breasts will magically make you happy.
Some women, after losing a partial or entire breast to cancer, will tattoo the area. They say it helps them feel beautiful again. And you know what? You shouldn’t be faced with death in order to feel validated about making yourself feel beautiful. I think society has this weird thing about accepting what we do to our bodies and it’s not fair. I get plastic surgery because I want fuller breasts and I’m a superficial ho, but my mother gets plastic surgery because she wants to repair the breast she lost to breast cancer and it’s totally acceptable by societies standards. Aesthetics is aesthetics is aesthetics and when you boil it right down to the truth, we both just wanted to feel beautiful. Begrudging one person but not another is foolish and I will forever rebel against the double standard.
So make your own decisions on the matter and, when you’re old enough, do what you need to do in order to make yourself feel beautiful. You will spend the rest of your life looking at yourself and you have every right to make your body into the machine you want it to be. “An ye harm none, do what ye will.”