In elementary school, around the later years, a lot of the girls in my class started to wear training bras. At the time, it had never crossed my mind that I even had boobs or that I would need to wear a bra at all. But anyway, while a lot of the girls were wearing bras and acting all grown-up about it, I was left in the dust with my non-existent breasteses.
It actually didn't bother me too much until one day, while we were all changing for phys. ed, a girl asked me why I wasn't wearing a bra and was totally condescending and snobby about it. Like it was shameful that I had dared to bare my pre-pubescent lovelies!!!
... Sadly, however, what she said hurt my little LG heart, and I went home that afternoon with her voice repeating itself in my mind. Finally, I mustered up all of the courage that I could and talked to my mom about it. She kind of laughed at first, but the next day, she came home with like, twenty different undergarments that she had made for me at work, that afternoon.
When I started this post, I wasn't really sure how I was going to end it, but it kind of made me realise that hey, my mom is pretty amazing. I mean, whose mom spends her time sewing cute little training bras for her daughter? I mean, aside from mine? ... Yeah, she is pretty awesome. Okay, I love my mommy. That's all.
(Also, WOW, I used like, three different words for breasts)
