When I was ten-years-old boobs weren’t yet a thing, but they were still a thing. No one talked about them, but everyone talked about them. Or rather, talked around
FEMORABILIA
Yeah, I Name My Breasts. What?
When I was 13, my breasts popped up overnight, with the surprising jolt of a jack-in-the-box or dual airbags. They were greeted with a heady mixture of fear,
