Yes, for real. In fact my daughter is entering puberty now and I've been trying and trying to remember being at her stage of development and I can't remember any of it at all. I wish I could remember, so that I can be guided better in how to approach it wish her as it was approached so badly when I was her age. My first memory of having breasts is being taken to the fitting room of a department store which was one of the most utterly humiliating experiences of my entire life, and I was already a 34C. I ran out of that changing room crying and refused to have any of the absolutely hideous bras that were presented to me. The horror of having my naked breasts seen and touched by a stranger (even though it was probably a very nice and professional fitting lady). From that moment I hated my body and especially hated my breasts but who knows if I'd already been feeling that way as I have no memories of my body before that day. I only started to like my breasts years later after I had children and realised what incredible things they are, to feed, nurture and comfort a baby for years. Absolutely amazing.
My first memory of having breasts is standing in front of my parents in a bathing suit at age nine as they kept telling me to turn around so that they could get a better look at how desperately I needed a bra.
It's the start of the process of becoming alienated and divorced from our bodies: seeing our bodies as an object, just as society does. It's a very painful process for a girl.
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I do, but I was envious of my friends who were developing faster than I was. I felt like such a little kid and it made me sad. I wanted to be seen as a grown up. (11-13 year old logic.)
It did NOT help that the boy I was crushing on in 6th grade called me “fat and flat” and made out with his GF in front of me upon finding out I liked him. So that’s another reason why I remember. Yayyyy trauma lol
I didn’t need a bra until I was like 14-15 ish. So that’s why I remember.
If I think hard I can recall just how gross the breast buds felt underneath my nipples, though I only ever touched them if something hurt them (like when a fence gate whacked into my chest during recess in third grade). Honestly just thinking about the feeling of them makes me grimace. Gives me the same visceral reaction as nails on a chalkboard.
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"...how mine used to feel when I was a kid"
Okay does ANYONE remember their chest from childhood days? I cant even remember my pre-baby body.
Yes, for real. In fact my daughter is entering puberty now and I've been trying and trying to remember being at her stage of development and I can't remember any of it at all. I wish I could remember, so that I can be guided better in how to approach it wish her as it was approached so badly when I was her age. My first memory of having breasts is being taken to the fitting room of a department store which was one of the most utterly humiliating experiences of my entire life, and I was already a 34C. I ran out of that changing room crying and refused to have any of the absolutely hideous bras that were presented to me. The horror of having my naked breasts seen and touched by a stranger (even though it was probably a very nice and professional fitting lady). From that moment I hated my body and especially hated my breasts but who knows if I'd already been feeling that way as I have no memories of my body before that day. I only started to like my breasts years later after I had children and realised what incredible things they are, to feed, nurture and comfort a baby for years. Absolutely amazing.
I remember a trip like that for my first bra. I was already a 32D. I feel your pain.
Thank you sister. It is really good to know I was not alone. No joke, it was actually mildly traumatising!
I’m thankful my first bras were sports bras. I got breasts in the third grade and if I’d been taken for a fitting, I would have burst into tears.
Before they even pulled out a measuring tape.
My first memory of having breasts is standing in front of my parents in a bathing suit at age nine as they kept telling me to turn around so that they could get a better look at how desperately I needed a bra.
I'm sorry :*(
It's the start of the process of becoming alienated and divorced from our bodies: seeing our bodies as an object, just as society does. It's a very painful process for a girl.
I do remember when my breast started to grow. They hurt badly and I had purple stretch marks for a long time.
Yes,mine were particularly painful.
I do, but I was envious of my friends who were developing faster than I was. I felt like such a little kid and it made me sad. I wanted to be seen as a grown up. (11-13 year old logic.)
It did NOT help that the boy I was crushing on in 6th grade called me “fat and flat” and made out with his GF in front of me upon finding out I liked him. So that’s another reason why I remember. Yayyyy trauma lol
I didn’t need a bra until I was like 14-15 ish. So that’s why I remember.
You know, his totally real girlfriend with her totally real excuses.
I can remember it really hurting, but that’s all.
If I think hard I can recall just how gross the breast buds felt underneath my nipples, though I only ever touched them if something hurt them (like when a fence gate whacked into my chest during recess in third grade). Honestly just thinking about the feeling of them makes me grimace. Gives me the same visceral reaction as nails on a chalkboard.