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I Don’t Want to be Ashamed of My Body Anymore
It should never have been about my body.
When I was young, I was playing dodgeball with other kids in P.E. when one of the female teachers came over to me and said she needed to have a talk with me in the locker room. Her body language made it clear she was uncomfortable and I was worried I had done something wrong.
I wasn’t prepared for what she said next.
She sat me down on a bench and told me that some of the other teachers, males, had seen my nipples through my shirt and it wasn’t “right”. I was told the next time I came into school, I needed to be wearing a bra and it had to be a bra that was thick enough that my nipples wouldn’t show through my shirt. I was embarrassed that she was having this talk with me, her tone was the same as if I was in trouble. But I didn’t understand why I was in trouble which made me even more embarrassed. What did I do wrong? I remember covering my breasts with my hands when she told me I couldn’t go back to playing with the rest of the kids for today because I wasn’t decent.
I was definitely a late bloomer as well. Going to the store later revealed that I couldn’t even fit into most of the “training” bras they had because I wasn’t developed enough. I ended up wearing a jacket even when it was hot outside because I didn’t want anyone else to comment on my…
