I was 10 years old and all I wanted was boobies. I wanted them so badly I would buy balloons, fill them up with water and then stick them in my shirt. I wasn’t even developed enough to be wearing a bra, and sure enough I owned a “training bra” so my miraculous boobies, that my mom told me I would eventually grow, would have a place to go. Regardless of how badly I wanted breasts, I never ever stuffed my bra with toilet paper. I was smart enough, even at the age of 10, to know that stuffing my bra with paper towels not only looks fake, but it feels fake, and is humiliating if and when it falls out of your shirt. How do you possibly explain the tissues that are sticking out from your shirt? I figured you don’t. Not that anyone was touching my breasts at 10, but bumping into a boy in gym class with paper towel boobies was not something any boy would ever let me live down and definitely not a risk worth taking. But the girl I saw while I was out the other night, didn’t see anything wrong with stuffing her bra with paper towels.
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