it's 1987 all over again
1987...probably the worst year of my life...it was 8th grade...junior high...at the time i was a hair model for John Dellaria (my aunt was the receptionist), so needless to say i had a lot of bizarre haircuts (e.g. shaved on one side, permed on the other). The previous year I had a crush on Timmy Lovell (aka Timeteo in my Spanish class) He told a buddy of his that he would go out with me if i cut my hair (aka : make my hair look normal) So, i go out and cut my hair all over...now between the non existent chest and the boys regular hair do, i looked like hilary swank in "Boys Dont Cry." Needless to say, Tim never asked me out...ever...
Then eighth grade...nightmare!! I still had no chest..i was 4'8" and a semi-intelligent imp who did not cheat on her exams...for some reason in 8th grade all the boys began to hit me and bruise me in the hallways, my "best friends" turned to enemies and i still couldnt fill out a bra..never mind a camisole...then i am introduced to wood class..i was the only girl in wood class with mr. lane and it was absolute torture!! Every other day would be a new flat joke, "Kate, can you come over here..i need a flat surface to right on!" They called me "pirates treasure aka "sunken chest." Then came 10th grade...finally, i was a woman.
So all you late bloomers out there...no worries..wait it out...because the bullies turn into losers, the tall girls turn out to be way shorter than you and the girls who had boobs are now flying to la to get a boob lift...
which leads me to a point--i know of a woman who is like my 8th grade nightmare...degading, condescending, but thinks she is a queen..she talks about everyone..anyway, karma will come around for her and that will be that...
waht ever happened to being nice to each other?...its just so much easier..
nemesis of the week: michael jackson...cmon...4 more kids...they are millions of people who cant conceive but this weirdo can have 4 kids....absolutely terrible..
good luck megz in surgery!