I remember the first time I realized that my breasts were small. I was in middle school and had been at my older cousin’s house where we...
Zoom in on school picture day in fifth grade: I’m sitting front and center, holding the class sign—a special, and humiliating, task given...
I have very few qualms about my breasts. I like the way they rest coquettishly in a white men’s dress shirt, or stand proudly in one of my...
The whole time, all I could think about was how to ask her to buy me a bra. My mom and I were shopping for back-to-school clothes. Finally...
She was standing in a dressing room wearing a $700 evening gown when she called us crying. “I need to speak to Mom,” she demanded. “Now.”...
I suppose my journey into womanhood began just like everyone else’s. One day, I came home from school in fourth grade and my mother handed...