A quick heads up š Iām about to tell you how the female body changes (well mine at least)
And this stuff doesnāt get much air time and it TOTALLY should - so pleeeeease keep reading š
Here we goā¦
So, thereās a few moments that come to mind š¤
Most notably, I remember being on summer holiday with my Mom and Dad. Itās the morning and Iām sleepily getting changedā¦ I put on my favourite navy blue Nike T-shirt, with the signature orange tick, and as I glance in the mirrorā¦ Iām like WTH* š¦
My chest was no longer flat ā¦ š¶
I went to bed one night with no breasts and woke up the next morning with breasts. Albeit small to begin with - but they had arrived!
My favourite Nike t-shirt looked different. In fact, all my t-shirts looked different. And I didnāt like it š©
Thank God for hoodies and cold British summers - back then at least - pre-climate change š
I remember a bright yellow hoodie in particular (Nike again) that I absolutely loved. It was super-baggy and hid my protruding chest perfectly. I lived in that for what probably felt like years to my Momā¦ Maybe it was. Sorry Mom š
For family occasions I would upgrade to my black and white, 3-stripe Adidas zip-upā¦again with jeans and (cleaner) trainers. I was Sporty Spice š
Getting dressed in public changing rooms became a whole new endeavour for me. At the time, I was swimming loads - it was my favourite thing to do. Every weekend without fail and usually in the week tooā¦ So I used changing rooms A LOT! And I remember those moments vividly š
Thatās probably where my flexibility truly began š
holding a towel under your armpits whilst putting on a pair of pants - now thatās a skill. Or sometimes a disaster š
As my body changed, I started to feel less comfortable in it. The things I wanted to wear didnāt feel or look the same anymore ā¹ļø
There was a conflict brewing š«
And I just wasnāt ready š¶
*stands for What The Hell - WTF came later š¤
ā¬ļø This would have been ādevelopedā at Jessops, from a Kodak filmā¦ AND you would have waited - 7 days š¤Æ
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