I recently had my very first bra fitting. Pimples are popping up all over my face. I'm feeling awkwardly tall all the time. I'm wearing my emotions on the outside and finding myself a little incapable of not expressing every single feeling that comes my way. If I get less than 8 hours of sleep, I'm cranky. I can't stop singing Madonna songs off of the Like a Virgin album.
I never went through the *awkwardly tall* phase - in fact, I love being tall - always wished I was taller than I am. And suddenly, there I am, standing in a crowd of people feeling so conspicuos...wishing I could just shrink down to a less noticeable size. My voice sounds funny, and often way too loud. My feelings are hurt at the drop of a hat. Seriously, I'm 16 again. 16 was an okay time for me - not great, but not horrible...it's like I'm paying the price for not having an awful adolescence...I'm having it again, and how!
Clearly, my hormones are raging - but I'm almost 30 years old. I truly believed that these things sort of settled at some point. Still...my bra fitting was pretty exhilirating...And, my bra size is pretty porn star sexy :) And seeing Madonna at 28 is ever so much more satisfying than it would have been at 16. But could we give the hormones a rest? Please?
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Kate! This just means that we can sit around doing our best Victoria's Secret swimsuit poses with our new adolescence. I'll be Elle McPherson in my all American flag string bikini leaning off a sailboat. You?
I love you so much!
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