Body image is an interesting thing. Isn't it always the older women with less than perfect (according to cultural standards, of course) and far from priming bodies the ones who are always stripped down naked smack dab in the open of the locker rooms without a care in the world if anyone sees them? After you reach a certain age, or point in life rather, do you just stop caring and realize how silly it is to be self conscious about that sort of thing ? Anyway, my point is: some day I will finally reach puberty and hit that growth spurt that I've been waiting so long for.
Ohhhhh! So that's what happened.You know how there's always that one day of the week when you make a meal out of all the left overs that have been crowding the fridge for days? I kind of like that day.
