Oof. erika, that's got a kick like a mule. Powerful.
Willow ,'Get It Done'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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Huh. Thanks.(I've still got the damn sweater, too)
Powerful drabble, Erika.
Thanks. Funny, though, probably the third one in which I've mentioned my late-arriving breasts. Hope y'all don't think I've got an obsession(much).
Babe, I don't think I really hit puberty until I was about 16. I went from stick-skinny and flat to, "Huh...curves" in about two months. It was very disconcerting.
"Oh. Look at those."
Pretty much. Training bras to a C cup. Poof.
ETA: Reminds me of that essay in that Susan Gilman book, though I think she went from flat to a DD.
Me too, Kristin, although I was 12. I went through puberty so quickly I had stretch marks on my hips and breasts. It wasn't from fat, either.
OTOH, I didn't get a single stretch mark in any of my pregnancies, which just amazed my OB, for some reason.
Yeah, sort of like "Slums of Beverly Hills."
Yellow drabble #2:
I hate the way my palms sweat and my stomach jumps. I hate the way my heart pounds as the clickclickclickclick gets louder, the way the air feels colder. I hate the whiteness of my knuckles as I clench the bar and the way the fear builds in the long climb to the track’s zenith. I hate that I won't love every second, that my passion for speed is overthrown by my fear of falling. But, as I have done so many times before, I scrunch my eyes shut and try to remember to breathe.
I hate being yellow more.