Looking back at fifth grade, it was a rough time for me...REALLY rough.  Before this, I struggled with being “different” because I was one of the few Indian students at school.  After dispelling many rumors about my culture, (“No, I don’t know how to charm a snake... No, I don’t have to wear a dot on my forehead”), I thought life would get a little easier, but then, all of a sudden, I had BOOBS.  Seriously. They seemed to come out of NOWHERE. I was flat as a pancake one day and curvy the next. How could that happen?

I quickly realized that I HAD to wear baggy clothes and avoid making any sudden movements if I didn’t want the two blobs on my chest to jiggle. Ugh. I hated my boobs because no one else seemed to have them in my class...