The Girl with the Goose Sweater

Sixth grade was one of the most difficult years for me. It felt like over that summer, everyone took a quantum leap towards adulthood, and I missed the boat.

I showed up for the first day of school in a sweater with geese on it.

I was continually pummeled in the tiny budding breast by the backpacks of 8th graders. I prayed for boobs on the first star every night from my bedroom window. I wanted them so badly.

Now I am a D cup. Who knew it was coming?? I am a testimony to the power of prayer.