Teacher Noticed my Breasts in Jr. High School
November 9th, 2006
Story submitted by Pamela Cassidy, Rochester New York, 21 years old
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Dear Hiddenfeet,
Just like most any other girl entering Jr. High I was extremely self conscious about my looks. For some reason or another, by the time I was in 7th grade my breasts were large enough to make the gym teacher ask what I was hiding under my shirt while playing volleyball. My arms were crossing my chest and the bulge my teacher noticed were my breasts wrapping around my arms.
I was mortified.
“I hated going to school, the looks, the comments. There is nothing worse than the unfiltered comments of a middle school student. I felt like a freak. Everything else was normal: my weight, my height and my face…im not a bad looking girl. :)”
No doubt that experiences like this one helped to shape me into who I am today though I never did get a reduction. Perhaps it is because I have a wonderful family that encouraged me to learn about my body and to not change my appearance because of other people around me. They of course did say I could get a reduction if I wanted but they always left that choice up to me.
Im glad I didn’t. I have learned so much about human behavior over the years. I sometimes thought of myself like a walking psychology experiment in college. Though it is difficult to become comfortable with the general ignorance of the average person towards large breasts it has made me stronger. Large chested women must learn to weed out the narrow minded people we don’t want around us.
Your website is beautiful Sara and I know it will help a lot of people.
Pamela Cassidy
Like I mentioned before in the top ten article, my sister goes through this b.s. at school every year. It always seems to be the teachers and students parents that make the hurtful remarks and snide comments.
Kids can be mean, but when an adult or authority figure is unable to show compassion, thats what really gets me mad.
We have so many books and articles about boosting the self esteem of flat chested girls. None of that helps my sister. She feels different from everyone around her.
:(
My school years were the same as what Kimberlys’ sister experiences. The kids my age were not into breasts and never noticed my size in grade school. It was the teachers and parents that would mumble to each other about my body.
Having a D cup at age 13 was awkward to say the least. I never grew any larger and once high school started, dozens of other girls were the same size. I just grew large first.
I think you will be glad you did not get a reduction. I have gained and lost cup sizes throughout my years and its just something I ignore these days. I find it easy to loose a cup size just by diet and exercise.
You should be glad that your family helped you learn about your breasts at a young age.
It was about the seventh grade for me too when parents started talking about my chest. They would say mean things about my parents like that they bought me implants. These were the PARENTS who said this to other children. How insecure can we get? I never chose to have these breasts.
I remember one time I was about to go on a field trip and I was asked to stay back with the teachers because they thought I was a teachers helper from high school because my breasts made me look older. I had to convince them that I was another student and that I developed early. I was always having to explain myself to adults around me. They just didn’t get it.
And when the girls picked on me did you think the teachers and parents helped? Not at all!
If you think thats bad, read this:
A teenager has had breast reduction surgery after claiming that other girls taunted her about her 36K chest.
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Stephenie Mann, 16, said the bullying was so intolerable that her parents agreed to her having an operation on the National Health Service. Last month her breasts were reduced by 11 cup sizes to a more comfortable 36D.
Yesterday the teenager, who is still recovering at home in Veryan, Cornwall, said the bullying began when she went to secondary school.
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“As soon as my breasts appeared they started to ruin my life,” she said. “I would hide them in baggy clothes and was constantly aware of people staring at me. By the time I reached secondary school I was a 36D. I felt so abnormal.
“Girls would call me horrible names and say I was a slapper. They accused me of having breast enlargements and being on steroids.”
Stephenie said she had also been attacked twice. On one occasion seven girls surrounded her on the way into school and punched and kicked her.
After two girls threw stones at her she threatened in front of her mother that she would cut off her breasts.
She said: “I thought if I didn’t have them any more I wouldn’t be bullied. It was the first time my mum knew what was happening.
“I’d had enough. I would cry myself to sleep at night. I was hoping that somebody would be my friend and take me for who I was, not what I looked like.”
She went to her GP who referred her to a surgeon.
She said: “When I woke up after the operation it was an amazing feeling. I felt normal, like a teenager.
“I don’t have women and old men staring at me. I have younger boys staring at me now, and that’s the only attention I want.”
I can identify with this story from Pamela Cassidy. I developed early and was under the watchful eye of every parent I came across. Children would tease, but for me, it was tame and easily forgotten. Mothers were the worst. They hatted me. I often noticed them scuttling me away from boys that their daughters were talking to. I know they believed I was a threat because of my chest.
The silly outcome of all this is that after I grew a double D, and continued on with my highschool years, my chest grew smaller. My body trimmed down and I have lost much of my curves. My chest became nothing more than a small C-cup after I graduated college.
My body became no threat to these mothers daughters.
I have a daughter of my own now entering elementary school. Like many other women posting comments on your beautiful website Sara, I am strong and ready to guide my daughter through any trouble she has.
Love Patricia XOXOXO
How many times do we hear about a girl or boy who is told they shouldn’t do this or that because of their body type? Girls with large breasts are almost always shunned away from sports or other social activities. In this article a reader writes:
These phobias happen to men and women and this is a prime example of how everyone needs to appreciate the beauty of how the human body develops.
I always made my time spent in the girls locker room as brief as possible when I attended middle school. The other girls would steal my bras, wear them on their heads, mimic me by putting balloons under their shirts.
Charlotte where were your teachers when this was happening?
Kim, my teachers thought it was funny. They all cared little about how I felt. As a child I just learned to laugh with them rather than get mad and eventually some of the girls stopped acting so silly. For some girls, the silliness turned to anger as boys started to pay attention to me. This was the most difficult part of growing up. A girl who would be my friend one day, would be a thorn in my side the next.
I started wearing bras that would slim my figure and it became less of a problem. The difference these bras made when I was a teenager was substantial. My mother understood how important this was to me and was very supportive when shopping for bras.
I remember being fifteen years old and was out growing a few Maidenform teen bras. Local department stores offered nothing but nursing bras that would fit my cup size. I was very close to a full D and believe it or not, B was the largest teen size available. This was before my family purchased a computer and had internet access.
If you visit Maidenforms website you will see that they still do not make a large bra for teen girls.
A Dutch girl in one of my English classes resorted to using small amounts of masking tape to flatten her chest because her parents could not afford the more expensive nursing bras. She would have to hide in a bathroom stall and remove the tape before going into our schools locker room to make sure the other girls would not make fun of her. After gym class she would re-apply a fresh set of tape and continue with her day - all swollen and bruised. Her name was Leona.
On my sixteenth birthday my uncle bought me a gift card to Sears. I did not know my uncle and he had never met me. He was the family drunk and the joke was that he honestly thought I was a boy and got me the gift card to buy a tool set from Sears. But the Sears near my house did sell nursing bras.
I told my mother about Leona and her daily battle with masking tape. My mother and I took Leona and her mother to Sears and used that gift card to purchase 2 nursing bras for her. Leona and her family moved a few months later. Her father got a better job, god bless his spirit, he tried so very hard to give Leona the best but their family was always poor. I haven’t seen her since but those were the happiest two months of school for both of us. She was a completely different girl.
If by some miracle Leona reads this comment, I would like her to email me. I still live in Birk City Kentucky and am finishing college.
Charlotte we edited out your physical address and email address to protect you from spam but if we hear from Leona we will glady forward her messages to you. Your typed comment is one of the most inspirational stories that we have ever read here at Hiddenfeet.
Thank you so much for sharing with everyone.
I can see how similar I was growing up to many of these girls who write stories for hiddenfeet.
Girls came up with nicknames for me like “Chester.”
That one still embarrasses me. :(
I was very late to bloom. I didn’t have boobs at all until just before my sweet 16. I had what I call boob explosion growing two cups in two weeks which I thought was a relief. That was short lived because my first bra was a 32B and a hand me down from my sister. She had a few months till she turned 13 when she was sent home from school early because her newest 34C bra broke and she was scared to tell our mother.
I caught her taking our mothers old 36C bra and soon I did the same with her other 34C bras. On her annual trip to the store she measured a full 34D. Then as summer hit I was at camp when i had my second boob explosion growing over 2 sizes in 2 weeks. When I returned I went straight to the VS at the mall and got a swimsuit with built in bra to reduce my big secrets. It was the biggest one they offered but it still broke that same day.
Boob growth spurts are awkward to say the least. My sister filled out in the 5th grade and I would have to walk with her home from school every day to make sure the other kids didn’t harass her.
I know that she started a bad habit of crossing her arms over her chest and dipping her head whenever she was around people. It made her look shy and timid. Teachers would bully her because of it and think she wasn’t paying attention in class.
Our parents put us in larger classes on purpose so that my sister would not stand out as much and it worked. There were quite a few years when we would share class with other large breasted girls. I don’t know what we would have done had we lived in a small town.
Hannah B.
Like Hannah’s sister, I filled out around the 5th or 6th grade. Caught me by surprise. I remember going to the store with my mother at the end of almost every month to buy bigger and bigger bra’s. I was out growing them fast. My mother even asked a store clerk if they offered a trade-in program. No such program was availalbe however.
Gina brings up a good point. Why is there no such “trade-in” program offered at stores that sell undergarments to teens? Oh wait, I know. $$$. Obviously they can bank on the fact that my daughter will most likely need a new bra every 6 months just like millions of other girls.
Is this something you could start here at Hiddenfeet Sara? Probably a lot of work…but awfully helpful.
WHitney and Gina - you have sparked an interesting idea…but…
Are there websites doing this already? How many girls really want used bras anyway?
I guess if the bra trader pays the cost of shipping to us and sends a bra in to receive a bra back - like a Netflix system - then the idea would work. As a girl outgrows a bra or collection of bras, she sends them to us in exchange for bras that we already have. We could post pictures, reviews, its condition etc. Even if Hiddenfeet were to charge a small fee for the service - yearly perhaps? - it would still save parents hundreds of dollars during their daughters “growth spurts.”
The way I see it, even older women could “test drive” clean bra’s like a rental service before they spend the cash on a huge order of bras online. Every brand and style “fits” differently and this could be quite beneficial to our readers. The trick however is amassing a large enough collection of bras in different styles and sizes to be a useful resource to girls with Hiddenfeet. And what happens if the girl “doesn’t” outgrow the bra she was mailed…does she keep it, buy it, mail it back? How long is too long to keep it? It seems like there are too many variables to contend with.
…but Hiddenfeet has seen lots of posts and received plenty of emails about underprivileged families who need help with clothing as their daughters grow up. Perhaps a more simple donation/discount service through Hiddenfeet.com would just as helpful. We could buy/sell used bras at a huge discount to help families in need. I am taking note of these ideas for the future when I have the time to think it all through with all the girls that help me with Hiddenfeet.com
Thanks to both of you for your insight!
Anna I was always called CHESTER in school. It was most annoying when the girls in my class started calling me chester. After a while it was no big deal to them so it became habbit forming. Year after year I was known as CHESTER to everyone around me.
I met my husband during my senior year of highschool and after we started dating he became very protective of me. He was the biggest guy at our school so the name calling eventually stopped. Four years ago I lost both my breasts to cancer.
Now when my husband lovingly calls me CHESTER we laugh till it hurts.
Frances
What an amazing attitude you have Frances. I was also teased when I was younger. Everyone did it so they assumed I didn’t mind. God bless you!
Please never stop laughing. Laugh excessively!
Oh how I hated gym class. Sports bras were horrible when I was younger. 20 years ago there was almost no way to control the bounce of my boobs. I would wear two or three bras. When changing in the locker room I would have to make sure my overlapping bras were lined up and the bottom one wasn’t showing through. I didn’t want to get teased by the other girls. The trouble is that while I could somewhat control the bounce by wearing more than one bra I was adding thickness to my chest that only made it more visible to my classmates. Parents and teachers always stared at me.
The other thing I would have to do was shuffle my feet on the gym floor as I would run around. I couldn’t risk raising my legs much since the hopping would make my boobs bounce. My trick was to always run in the middle of a pack of other girls to avoid being seen.
I will share a quick embarrassing story about Jr. High.
My gymnastics team gathered outside to take a team photo for our schools yearbook. Our team roster had over two dozen girls. We created three rows of about eight to ten girls stacked on bleachers so that all the girls could be seen. This was taking place right before the first class of the day and the bell had rung already. Both the teacher and photographer were hurrying to get all the girls in place and finish the photo. I was standing near the middle of the second row with a taller girl in front of me. All the girls were packed together tight and my boobs kept hitting the girl in front of me. She looked up annoyed when my boob was resting on her head - and CLICK! the picture was taken!
The good news for me was that when the picture was finally published it was so small and blurry that nobody could tell that my boob was resting on the other girls head. I was fearing being teased all summer long by the kids but I got lucky.
I love your website Sara !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I found this story. It seems she had similar trouble.
“Until she was 11, Elaine’s breasts grew at the same rate as the other girls in her class. Then, almost overnight, they grew very big. At 17, she was a 36HH, and the effect of her large breasts on the people around her was inescapable.
‘I’d walk with my head facing down to the floor because of people staring at me for one thing and one thing only – my big breasts. Men generally talked into my chest and not with eye-to-eye contact,’ she says.
Elaine is the first to say that her problem was hardly life threatening, but it was affecting her mentally and physically. Her large breasts embarrassed her and took away her confidence. They also gave her backache. She leaned forward when she walked and found herself bent over when she sat at her desk. On her shoulders were deep marks where her bra straps cut into her skin.”
If you grow big and grow big early you will get noticed. No hiding it. I stayed away from water parks in grade school cuz I didn’t like fighting with my swimsuit. Do I regret it? Yes. My sister was big boobed but it never bothered her. I think I missed out on too many fun things. Girls!…don’t be afraid of your boobs like I was! Who cares what other people think!
I had to have my parents buy a lock for the gym lockers to keep the other girls from snooping around. My bra’s would get played with or stolen otherwise. It was getting so expensive having to buy a new bra every few weeks because some jealous girl would steal them and throw them in the trash. Buying new clothing because I was growing fast was one thing. Buying new clothing because the other girls were being mean was another. My parents were furious with the school when I would come home without my bra. I never worried much about being embarrassed at school as much as seeing the disappointment on my parents face. Every few months they were face to face with the school board angry about who was going to pay for the clothing I was loosing. At least they always believed me and stuck up for me. Someone touches my bra now and they get a face full of pepper spray!