The first memory I have relating to my breasts is at 11 years old. I was in 6th grade (primary school) and liked the idea of wearing a bra. My breasts had not begun to grow yet but I was interested in wearing a bra anyway. So I wore a bra to school underneath my uniform. I don’t remember the finer details of this but I do remember feeling a little clandestine about it, like I shouldn’t be doing what I was doing.
At this time I remember fantasizing about what type of breasts I would like – big ones, small ones, soft ones, hard ones, attention grabbing ones, perky ones, etc. etc.
My breasts began to develop at age 12 and I felt very sensitive about this.
I could feel that with my breast development there were other changes occurring too, such as starting my periods, and I knew this meant I was beginning my physical transformation into a woman.
But what did being a woman really mean? At this time I was unable to answer this question. Continue reading “My Relationship with My Breasts (Breast Trilogy – Part 1)”
