Before you ask: yes, they’re real. Just ask my editor.
Ginger's article on small breasts just goes to show that the grass is always greener on the other side. Like Ginger, I grew up anticipating the day I would have breasts. I hoped that they would be comfy – like the women who raised me. To practice for our future bosoms, my sister, friends, and I would stuff our shirts with pillows and balloons. During one such time, a friend’s mother caught me at it (my sister and friend hid in a closet). She calmly sat me down and explained that when I grew up, I could have “titties as big as you want.” Until then, she suggested I enjoy being a child.
This article appears in Oct 15-21, 2009.