I
was in a school in Newport News, I think... in 6th grade. It was
during PE class that I learned I was developing breasts in a most
unpleasant way.
A
boy, a peer of mine, told me that my shirt was see through and I
should be wearing a training bra to cover my saggy boobies. I was
mortified! I had no idea that I had boobies AND no idea what a
training bra was. I'm not sure what I said to him.
I
honestly cannot remember whether I told my Mom about this interaction
or not. I think I must have, because I think it was very soon after
it that I ended up wearing a training bra... much to my discomfort and embarrassment.
This
experience is a blessing, though, I think. Among a few others, it
has given me a burning desire to inculcate in my girls a pleasure in
the process of puberty and pride in their bodies... not a bad pride,
but more like a joy in being female. It also has informed my
attention to the changes my girls are experiencing because I want to
make sure they are prepared far ahead of changes, rather than having
to deal with mean-hearted and stinging comments from others noticing
what I miss. I'm sure it'll happen... just hopefully not about
boobies and bras!
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