I'm so sorry that the current news cycle has to bring back painful memories for so many.

Also, kind of grateful that I didn't get breasts until I was 38 and pregnant. My best friend used to call me A- as a nickname. I was the opposite of curvy well into my 30s with something like 32-28-32 as measurements. My mom teased me that I could do yard work topless and no one would notice. (she knew I wasn't sensitive about my boy like shape) It has occured to me that I was spared some of the leering and groping that other friends endured because of my stick figure. Still, I was more than aware of this behavior from my friends experiences, although spared myself until I was past school age.

First world problems: my mother switched cable companies to save approx. one million dollars, but I don't have the new WiFi password, and she's not home. Also apparently we're sharing a dvr now? Not sure how I feel about that.

As ever, posting makes things happen: she got home and gave me the password. Phew.

Good, because no WiFi seems unthinkable

I was literally the "brick house" at 36 24 36 in 6th grade. I measure people for a living and no one now has those proportions because they work their ab muscles so their waist measurements are larger.

Because they're classed in my mind as just part of the experience of being female.

Right? It's the background radiation of our lives.

Oh, lord, my tits showed up early and boisterously in middle school. My mother made a great worried fuss over this, which did nothing for my comfort about them. Smocks were in fashion, so she made me wear those, and she sewed closed the button-down section at the bustline to prevent gapping. Clothes my size were not sized for my "attributes". Instead of downplaying things, these adjustments were commented on. "Are you pregnant? You're dressed like you're pregnant." My mother monitored my clothing as long as she could to downplay what was going on. When I hit college and finally realized that my bustline wasn't something to be ashamed of, I bought a wonderful black velour sweater that actually fit and had a V neckline. Mother nearly broke into tears and asked why I'd want to wear something like that. (In her defense, her father was an abusive alcholic who accused her of some very nasty things--and that's what she'd admit to. I don't want to think of what else happened, but her mother left him back in the Depression.)

I shall not go into the numerous incidents of lewd commentary as I walked around in the world. I suspect it's one reason I let myself get fat, so the difference in measurements went away.

Sophia, 36 26 38 in high school. I didn't dress to hide myself. I'm sure no one would believe I wasn't aware. My mom either made or bought everything I wore. I'm sure she was aware. I never even thought about that until just now. My mom desperately wanted male attention, and I guess she was projecting.

Connie, it isn't the reason I got fat, but I have often suspected it's one reason why I've never been able to lose the weight.

I should clarify. My mom never bought me sexy or revealing clothes, she would never have let me wear that. But all my tops were either stretchy cotton t-shirts or blouses that fit closely. She would always say, if you've got it use it, and I knew what she meant but it seemed innocent I guess. I don't know. It's hard to remember what it felt like to be that naive.

My mom desperately wanted male attention, and I guess she was projecting.

My mom was overly invested in my ability to get and fuck guys. Not in high school, though if I *had* been sexually active in high school, I think she would have high-fived me. But from college on -- yes. I dumped one guy in college because I didn't want to sleep with him, and he kept pushing me for it, so that clearly wasn't going to work out for either of us. My mom was *appalled* when I told her why I dumped him. "Why wouldn't you just have sex with him?!?!? What were you THINKING?!?!?!?" (She is THE WORST.) (Though my dad isn't any better, because about 15 years ago -- when I was at least 40 pounds lighter than I am now -- he told me I needed to lose weight "Because men don't want to sleep with heavy women." Yes, I was in my 30s and my own goddamn father told me I wasn't fuckable.)

That should explain a lot of why I'm in therapy.

I was wearing a C cup in fifth grade, when I was 4'7". That was ... ugh.