i stuffed my bra the next day with little wads of toliet paper. mom was right though. i was built like a little boy. and i probably always would be.
but as i sat in class, and could see the slight rise of my breasts from all the padding, i couldn't help but feel a little more like a woman. and the boy next to me smiled when he caught me looking at him.
so maybe it was worth it.
and maybe now, people would start to notice me.
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skinny
SpiritualBecause sometimes one person's wish is another person's battle. [lowercase intentional]
