I was cleaning out my childhood room in my parent’s house a few weeks ago and I came across my 5th grade yearbook. I started to flip through it and began reading some of the things my classmates had written. Most of the comments were typical, like “have a great summer!” or “see you in middle school!” But then I noticed the words “itty bitty titty committee” written in small letters throughout the book. The memories started flooding my brain. There was a group of boys in my class who would tease me for having small breasts (well duh, I WAS TEN YEARS OLD).
Several years later, I had a growth spurt during the summer between 8th and 9th grade- and my breasts weren’t so “itty bitty” anymore. Unsurprisingly, a rumor started spreading around the school that I had breast enlargement surgery over the summer. The rumor became so salient that I was eventually called into the counselor’s office. They were concerned about my parent’s allowing me to get a boob job at such a young age, and they wanted to make sure that I wasn’t “coerced” into it. It was infuriating.