True story. When I was in middle school , like most kids, I just wanted to be like my friends. I never quite “developed” breasts and was made fun of by the boys. It’s funny how over 20 years later I can still recall the many times I was humiliated and by who. I saved up over the years and on my 18th birthday my parents allowed me to get a boob job. (Full post on that on my blog). Not only was a flat, but I was extremely skinny. Back then, there weren’t many companies that made jeans in size 22 or 23, 00 etc. I distinctly remember walking in the mall with my girl friends and other girls waking by and whispering “omg she’s so SKINNY” . I hated it. The SK sound... I always knew it was about me. I probably put on a brave face at the time to spare myself from being even more humiliated but when I would go home, I know I would cry to my mom. “Why am I so skinny. Why don’t I have boobs like the other girls...” A beautiful talent that runs in my family and was taught to me was being able to sew, both by hand and on a machine. In highschool my mom started to pad my bras for me and sew them in. We found a few companies that started to come with gel pads in them also which helped to give me a little something extra. This isn’t a poor me , “ugly duckling turned bombshell “ post, I definitely had confidence and thought I was cute. I remember a few girls like me would wear sweat pants under our jeans to make them tighter and make us look thicker. I would drink weight gainer 2000 or something and drinking milkshakes from McDonald’s. Anyway, this trend hit home for me because I wish I could have told that younger me not to worry. That beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. That one day the girls that are perfect in my eyes then would wish they looked like me now. That if a boy didn’t like me because I didn’t have boobs that they weren’t worth my time. That I don’t need silicone bags in my body to make me beautiful , or popular. Those things. Lots of things. These are just the surface ones off the top of my head that I know mattered at that age. 🤍 My ex plant Story is also on my blog. Link in bio #trend #dearyoungerself #youngerself