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In the summer of 1975, I was 14 years old and was unaware of significance of having large breasts at that age - I wore a size 36D and was still growing. I had not given much thought to them, I know some young girls do, but my mother was large breasted and up until this particular summer I felt at ease with them. That summer of 1975 would change this in a big way.
My Friend Mona had invited me to a party at the beach and I spent hours getting my hair into the perfect Farrah Flip back, I put on more make-up than I needed and then the big mistake: A bikini top. Up til then it had been T-shirts and none of my friends had really seen the goblins growing beneath. I pulled a large T-shirt over the top and headed out.
When we arrived at the beach Mona's sister Joy and her two older Friends Pete and Amy had also joined us. It was then that I removed the top, Pete could no longer make eye contact and later he would slip away from Amy and ask me for my phone number. At 14 I was thrilled that a 19 year old would be interested in me, so I slipped him the digits.
The next day, Joy called me and told me to expect a phone call, Pete and Amy had a falling out and she had found my phone number in his pocket.
It was about an hour later when the phone call came, I could not get a word in edgeways, Amy told me that she had confronted Pete when they returned home and he had handed over my phone number and that he told her he was not interested in me and that I was not pretty the only reason he had even thought about it was because I had thrown my breast in his face and he could not help it.
I did not cut them off and lob them at him, I suppose she meant that I had thrust them at him. I was made to feel as if I had raped his vision and imposed my anatomy on him, though I never intended either. I was told I was not pretty, I believed it all and for a few years I kept the Goblins undercover. It took me awhile to understand they were part of me that I should love and embrace and that they were not weapons of evil that lead men to Hell.
In the end, it was clear... taking some liberty with Shakespeare: Some are born with great breast,
some achieve great breast and some have great breast trust upon them..
I've regained my sense of humor.
By Naomi Montana