Growing Up and Liking It (Part Two)

So I guess, at this point, I’m (barely) glad that I didn’t receive my mothers massive sweater puppies. I don’t think I fully understood the concept of gravity as a child. I didn’t realize that those things end up sagging to your belly button by the time you’re 30. [From time to time I think about getting implants to fulfill my childhood dream, then I hear all the negatives about implants (and I'm not talking about when they explode and leak into your body). I, personally, like the way that they look. I like the fact that they don't sink into your armpits like real boobs. Guys have told me that they look great when you're clothed but completely unnatural when naked. And they complain about the feel.]

I thought that wearing a bra would be the greatest thing in the

Growing Up and Liking It

I feel like I could basically just incorporate my entire blog into this one title and just name them, part one, part two, etc. But I will whittle this one title down and save it for all the things that, as a child, I thought I wanted to happen. The things I could barely stand to wait for. The things that would Make Me a Woman.

I chose the title because, as inaccurate as it now is (I so wish I could go back to being a child, living with my parents, not a care in the world), we actually had a week long “class” when I was in fifth grade that was entitled “Growing Up and Liking It.” We received an orange folder with this title on the front and it was filled with printouts-words and pictures. But this class started me down a path of wishing that things would happen that I now wish I could give back. Also, and maybe I was just the dumb one in the class, but I felt that some things were not explained to me properly. I also received some misinformation.