embarrassing andrea story #42342

Another lovely story from my childhood.
My body started it's 'womanly change' sooner than most.
In third grade I had to start wearing a training bra. I was mortified by this.
I think I was the only girl in my class that had to do this...so naturally I got one of two reactions.
  1. evil reactions from flat-chested little girls
  2. awkward bra snaps from little boys
I hated my training bra. A ton.
So picture day was coming up, and I really really wanted to wear my lime green sparkly crushed velvet shirt. There was only one bad thing about it...it had a pretty wide neckline.
Didn't realize this was a problem until I made it to school.
My jockey training bra was clearly visible in this shirt. Sticking out on all sides.
I freaked out. So ideacided the only way to hide it was to raise my shoulders. Like you do when you shrug. I thought by raising my shoulders, it would cause my shirt to cover my bra.
Well it did cover my bra, but it also made me look constipated too.
So unfortunately I have a third grade picture in which I look constipated in a lime green, sparkly, crushed velvet shirt.

This picture is not completely accurate. I didn't look like a frog, and I think my hair was longer.

I should have known my life wasn't ever going to be normal.

Comments

  1. IanSeptember 13, 2010 at 2:38 AM

    funny haha

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  2. Michelle ESeptember 17, 2010 at 7:16 PM

    I had the exact OPPOSITE problem! Sixth grade and my mom wouldn't let me wear a bra yet (even though she had bought me one for 'when I was ready'). I would wear this outfit consisting of a white shirt and plaid pants (the cuffs of the white shirt were the same plaid as the pants...totally stylish). Obviously, you could see through the white shirt enough to know whether or not I was wearing a bra. So I would put it on in the morning, hurry and put my coat on and leave to catch the bus. Then while at school, I felt totally cool, because people KNEW I was wearing a bra. Yeah! Then I'd have to hurry to my room when I got home and take it off before my mom saw it. Oh the joys of being a preteen.... :)

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  3. Melanie EcclesSeptember 19, 2010 at 7:18 AM

    I appreciate the accuracy of the photo back drop. They used the same one at our school too. Oh the 90s.

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