When I went through puberty, I got chubby and depressed. I knew that my body was changing. I started to grow hair on my chin. It was terrible. But then at the same time I was soft and I started to grow boobs.
By the time I reached high school I had B-cup boobs. There was nothing I could do to hide them. Compression clothing wasn’t a thing back when I was in high school. So many people said the same things to me. Strangers telling me, “You need a bra.”
Kids following me around teasing me. That’s when I began to really isolate myself. I thought that the teasing meant that they hated me. I went on the defense any time someone talked to me even if they were being nice.