Topic: teen worries

One day in high school, both me and my classmate Erin came in wearing the same spaghetti-strapped tank. Spaghetti-straps being against school dress code, Erin got sent home. I didn’t. Why? Erin had big boobs, I had none. Erin was, without necessarily meaning to, showing some significant cleavage; I was not. I think I was 17 at the time, and from that day forward, I felt sympathetic to big-chested girls’ complaints—that it was hard to avoid cleavage if they wanted to wear certain clothes; that they were hyper-sexualized or looked at as dumb or considered sluts because of their breasts. I also began, for the first time, to think: Hey, you know…maybe being flat-chested isn’t so bad. More »