I was expected to change for gym.
The girls' locker room was basically a cave—a solitary, cinderblock space with a line of showers in the back that didn't work, and no privacy.
I hadn't hit puberty, and my chest was completely flat.
My Mother bought me a training bra, but it was uncomfortable, so I didn't wear it, and she told me I didn't have to.
For weeks, I joined the other girls in changing before and after class.
I made a friend, Kylynn. She was very confident and pretty much knew everyone.
One day, after school, she took me aside,
"The other girls think it's gross that you don't wear a bra."
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What My Mother Forgot
No FicciónBefore reading this, you should know... This is not a happy story. There is no happy ending. Simply put, this is a chronological account of the abuse, neglect, and bullying I suffered at the hands of loved ones from birth to 17 years old. It does no...
