I can remember as a young girl, developing much faster than my friends. I looked like a junior in high school when I was in the 4th grade. All my little friends still looked cute, like young school girls. I looked like their teacher. I felt awkward and like an ugly duckling.
But I wasn’t ugly. I was different. But I was young and just wanted to be like all the other girls. I learned at a young age that boobs are both a blessing and a curse. It’s difficult at such an age to know how to combat derogatory comments about your body. It’s difficult to look 17 when you’re 10. Yup! Boobs. Not mine. The ones out there walking on two feet, with something swinging between their legs. Not all mind you.
As I got older I still carried that “shame” with me. Now, what exactly did I have to be ashamed of? Not a damn thing. But it made me feel like something was very wrong with me for boys and men to act in such a disrespectful way towards me. It took me time to realize that what people project onto another is a direct reflection of them. Never take anything an asshole says personally. It’s usually nothing but shit anyways.
I still have to deal with comments and such. I’ve learned how to be “that bitch”. I have no problem being “that bitch.” I have threatened to break bones, jack jaws and even a good old-fashioned knee to the nuts. Yup boobs, both a blessing and a curse. It’s all about how you carry them….I mean yourself.