It was a hot June day.It was a hot June day. The kind of day that made you feel that you were swimming in the air rather than breathing it. I was sitting in front of the fan trying to stay cool. I was completely naked. I looked down at my body examining the source of my greatest shame. I have an o.k. male body except for the size of my chest. From the time I was 10 years old I had always been embarrassed by my chest. I remember how free I had once felt being able to run around at the pool with my shirt off, no more. Where a perfectly flat chest had been as a little boy now I had developed larger breasts than some women I knew. I found it hard to buy clothes that fit because of them. I always have to get a large chest size even though the neck and waist is always much too large. I remember the day at age 13 when it finally hit me that I was different. I was playing happily in the local pool with some friends. I was oblivious to anyone's looking at me, I had convinced myself that I was too self conscious. It was then that a 16 year old girl called me over to her and said, "Hey Mickey, why don't you buy a bra!", I ran back into the pool- crushed. |