I asked my younger sister for permission to write this up. Rebecca and I shared a room in the cabin we occupied that summer. If you have a problem, you can talk about it and you will get a decent hug. This is neither good nor bad, it just is. I kind of like it when its up. Privacy, space — my family respects these things and anyway, ew??
1. Having a B cup is NOT small!
When you search on Google, they keep your search history forever. To put this into the correct context you have to understand my house growing up. My mom was a single mom. Neither I or my sister knew our fathers. My mom was very much a free spirit. Like a hippie. She never meant any harm to anyone but some of her ways were a little out there. She walked around the house naked all the time. She was a huge hit with the teenage boys in the neighborhood…lol.
She comes down every night, short hair plastered to her head and still dripping from her shower. She never remembers to towel her hair. She is wearing her first bra; a plain, nylon, sports number, and a pair of boxer shorts. She is changing, growing, and she is changing the rest of us along with her. I am a firm believer that conversations with our kids need to be 1. I was hoping for a little break in early pubescent angst between our two boys, ages 16 and 15, and round two with our girls, ages 10 and 6. When Lucy came downstairs one night to ask if her nipples should be sore, I instantly realized that female puberty was circling the tarmac. Talk about changing gears. In retrospect, I should have seen that as a sign that something was changing.
It was quite awkward and embarrassing when I had to take off my shirt in the changeroom from middle school onwards, particularly in front of people I knew. It hurt to watch everyone start developing years ahead of myself, and I could also see my peers distancing themselves from me as they entered their teenage years and became more aware of the real world we lived in. I was cast aside for the popular, better-shaped girls, and even they my former friends took me less seriously than before, too. If you want some more information, I explained the hereditary background of breast size in detail on my answer to another question. Because puberty starts at different ages, growth occurs at different rates, and even grown women have different sizes of breasts. My full sister and I are a good example - I hit puberty in sixth grade, she hit it six years later.