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I remember being about twelve years old and being well, highly devoloped. A 32C and 5'5". The 130 pounds eventually evened out.
All my friends were still in training bras and barely over 5 foot. So needless to say, I stuck out like a sore thumb.
Boys my age weren't really attracted to me ... after all, they all thought I was much older. Some people thought I was in college. I got several college age guys hitting on me, to the dismay (and paranoia) of my mother. It didn't exactly thrill me, but I got used to it and as long as no one was around, I had fun with it. "How old are you?" - "Immortal."
This also dismayed some of my friends. One night, at a sleepover (bad icky memories always happen at sleepovers ... stupid preteen years), a friend of mine was crying because a girl was making fun of her for being flat chested. And she was pretty, too.
I try to comfort her, because it seemed like a horribly petty reason to make fun of someone. She doesn't take my calming, though, and another friend of mine goes over to her and calms her down, making some comment how "we can't all be big and beautiful" ... directed at me in a strange manner.
I hung out with older people from then on.
What amused me is how they made it like I actually had control of how my body grew. They didn't ... their moms comforted them because they were short and flat. Mine (who was ironically short and 34B) actually said that she was jealous of my chest, and made a crack about I could always become a stripper if I was down on cash.
That screwed with my self esteem for a couple of years.
After awhile, I learned to cope. But once you're comfortable, other people tend to break you down.
"Did you hear she had IMPLANTS?"
Women tended to be a little jealous. I didn't mind, much, but they were always a little distant. Boob jokes in my presence really didn't exist, but as soon as I was out of eyeshot, they were numerous.
"Check out those mams!"
Men certainly don't mind if a buxom lady was working with them, and they certainly didn't mind if I decided to wear something ... a little tight. But since I tended to be "one of the guys" ... I was usually with them making tons of sex jokes. I was tougher, and stronger than your average babe. I worked at UPS.
"She's out of porportion."
That always cracked me up. Guys always talk about breasts being "in porportion". What does that mean, anyway? If you're taller you can't have a figure?
I'm 5'9" now with 36Fs. I came to terms with them, but it annoys me how I can never get clothes to fit. I don't mind if they stick out a little ... besides, if I wear something baggy the cloth hangs over my stomach horribly.
People still make fun of people without a figure, because they feel "superior". It makes me angry and most of my friends are Itty Bitties, so I'm always on their side. People make fun of me, too, but most of the time it's because they're jealous! People in between are screwed too - because they're "average."
There's no such thing as one perfect breast. a) it's because they come in sets of two and b) they're all perfect!
The other day I changed into super baggy jeans, and a tight turtleneck sweater. Very white, very tight. I stand in front of the mirror and hold my hands like a gun, Bond Girl style.
by Attila