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April 2008
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I went bra shopping with my thirteen-year-old niece. It kinda freaked me out. It was weird to be shopping for bras with someone who, what seemed like just yesterday, was crawling on the floor dragging her stuffed bunny around. It also brought back memories about when I went with my mother to purchase my first bra. I was pretty neurotic about it. I would lurk around departments of the store refusing to set foot in the lingerie section. My mother would have to find me hiding behind Women’s Coats to present possible options. I was completely embarrassed by this female right of passage and insisted that my mother not use the word “bra” when referring to this form of undergarment. “What do you want me to call it?” she asked. “I don’t know”, I responded through gritted teeth, “it doesn’t need a name.” So, it remained nameless until I finally came to grips that having boobs was not a bad thing. I had the same anxiety surrounding “that time of the month”. I was so fearful that it would arrive unexpectedly that I spent the entire week of drivers-ed going to the bathroom every fifteen minutes, even insisting that my teacher pull over for a quick stop… just in case. I never understood “Are You There God, it’s Me Margaret”. Why would anyone celebrate this arrival?? To this day, I can’t stand referring to it as a “cycle” or “period”. Psychologists would say that I had a hard time embracing my femininity. I disagree. I think these changes can be very anxiety producing. Good communication from parents is necessary to alleviate these fears. Not to knock my mom and dad. They were wonderful. However, the only way I learned about the birds and the bees was watching “Blue Lagoon”. 1 CommentsLeave a comment |
Being raised by a single dad made these scenarios especially difficult. He was a trooper though, buying my fps (female products) for me - I would not even stand in line when they were being purchased (: