When my boobs came in, they came in fast and furious. There was no budding growth, no hint of décolleté. One day I was a slightly masculine preteen, and the next I was a slightly masculine preteen with huge boobs. This was alarming, as I felt no different. I was still obsessed with the Scholastic newsletter. I still liked to feed mud to my Baby Alive doll. I still hid in the cubby room so I could eat my lunch uninterrupted while poring over Martian fiction. I was still very much a kid but, suddenly, I had the body of a teenager. This is like waking up one day and finding out that your golden retriever puppy shoots lasers from its adorable puppy eyes. Someone is bound to get hurt.
Most likely, it will be you.Read More