friday fyi…let me clarify
Getting boobs in the 4th grade was not and will never be cool!
Not only a FYI but a straight up FACT!
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Isn’t it weird that getting boobs in the 4th grade actually made other girls call you “easy” or “slutty”….just because boys like you. Sad. Luckily my booblets didn’t sprout into a full A cup until 5th grade- but still!
Nope, it sure isn’t. I had a flat chest in the fourth grade and a small C cup when I started fifth grade. People aren’t sure what to do about you developing early and you aren’t sure what to do about these big mounds of fat sitting on your chest. And my classmates acted like I had done this on purpose. It was horrible.
The bright side is that I learned early on how not to give fuck what people think about me. I think it has served me well throughout the years.
Yeah I made fun of those girls, if I had only known what I know now.