Oh, puberty! The agony and the ecstasy! After we shared our alternately hilarious and harrowing tales about blossoming and growing breast buds, you chimed in. Even the commenters who said they “had no memories” of getting boobs managed to reveal intense emotions about their breasts, proving what a complicated, sensitive subject the mammary glands can be. Though many, many people shared their personal stories, there were some that stood out. These are the best.
First up, there were those of you who, like some of us, thought that breast buds were a disease or medical issue.
speedingbullet can blame her mom:
My mother — I absolutely swear this is true — didn’t know what my breast buds were, and took me to see the pediatrician. AWKWARD.
So can GrievousBodilyMarm:
My left one came through first, when I was eleven, and rather than reassure me, my mother panicked that I was getting breast cancer. Next door lived four boys I used to play on the street with. Their mother was a doctor so my own mother dragged me over there to be examined. The boys were kicked outside, sniggering, while I cried throughout my “examination”. Needless to say, my mother looked extremely sheepish as we left, and the boys taunted me about my “girl problems” for a good year after that.
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