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A Boudoir of Busty Betrayal
From Where to Wow and then WTF
For most of my life, I have had a strained relationship with my breasts.
But this year they really took it too far when they betrayed me in the worst way!
Let us start at the beginning…
I took ballet classes growing up, which meant tight leotards. It wasn’t the most flattering look for a kid that had a pretty big pot belly. But to be honest, I don’t recall being overly concerned about my rotundity. It wasn’t something that I dwelled on, and it didn’t curb my healthy appetite, even though my ballet dancing friends were all pretty slim.
As my age ticked over into double digits I had a fast growth spurt and lost that round tummy. I became quite slim during my high school years but I also became more body conscious.
I was a slow developer and like many others, high school physical education classes were to be dreaded. Not only was I bad at most sports, and usually picked last for any team, but the class also meant changing rooms and mean girls.
As other girls started to get bras, I still didn’t have any development up top. I was probably one of the last in my class to get a bra, and then I probably didn’t actually need one.
