On Transitions or “Good-bye Big Boobs!”

  When I was little I would put on my black leotard and stuff the chest of it with rolled up socks or oranges and act like I had boobs. #becarefulwhatyouwishfor I distinctly remember going to the laundromat with my mom and her good friend, Cindy, when I was 7 or 8. While they talked…

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