Not only that, but we have to try twice as hard to go half as far. I raced when I was young and the amount of flat out HATRED I received, not only from my competitors but from their parents was an immense burden for a 10 year old girl to deal with. From being ‘accidentally’ not registered for races to flat out…

Ha, I had them tell me I was a 42D, and I’m actually a 36HH. I knew my size before going in, went with a friend and had no desire to buy one of their bras. The sales lady SWORE she had something that would fit me but she was soooo wrong.

I’m a 36HH and 6'2 tall...no Target/cheapy bathing suits for me :(

I did ballet for 3 years, 1 year en pointe, and I was so discouraged I quit. I'm very tall and curvy and was told flat out I was a failure and would never make it as a dancer. I LOVED it so much but I was at least a foot taller than the other girls and when on my toes? Forget about it.

My drivers Ed was part of a semester of ‘health ed’ that also included sex Ed. During drivers Ed we never saw or touched a car. Luckily, my dad is a mechanic so I knew how to maintain a car long before that.

I have a 13" scar on my stomach from surgery I had 20 years ago that still looks fresh,I tried to have it reconstructed and it ended up even worse :( The keloids on my ears have been removed at least 3 times a piece and even with shots and radiation therapy they’ve grown back. My keloids are, unfortunately, not easily…

I wore a size 12 at 120 lbs and I wore a 16 at 230 in the same brand.

Ha, I’m not small by any means (basically, 6'2 Christina Hendricks) but I bought an XL shirt not too long ago (I forget which brand), it looked small so I brought it to Target to compare and it was the same size as a Juniors XS. I DON’T KNOW WHAT SIZE I AM ANYMORE.

I’m tall (over 6') and have giant knockers (36HH) so I’m basically fucked regardless of what I try to buy. Most things don’t fit my chest, and if they do, they’re too short.

I can usually crank out a 10-15 pager in a day, research and all. The 25 pager was mostly because I already had a few years of work experience so writing about it came fairly easily, especially compared to the others in my class who had zero work experience. It was luck, mostly.

I started making small comments about his house, before I moved in. After a while, he started picking up after himself, folding his laundry etc etc. I don’t dislike his Mother at all, she’s actually quite nice, but I made it quite clear I was not her and I would not be taking care of ‘little bubby’ and he could take…

Same. If I had the money and didn’t get horrible keloid scars I would have had my nose, ears, eyes, chin, neck, boobs, waist, stomach etc etc all plastic’d up by now. I would LOVE to get a breast reduction and my nose done, but with my scarring issues it would likely be a horrible idea, considering I got my ears…

Seriously. I wrote a 25 page research paper on International Aviation Transportation Theories in less than a day. The teacher then used it as an example in future classes about how a ‘well researched paper’ should be written and that it was obvious to him when it was rushed.

Ha, I have a moderately severe genetic health condition that requires constant monitoring and medication. Before I turned 18 my parents were like ‘you better find a job with health insurance because your bitch ass is on your own.’ My parents are fairly wealthy, btw, but once I turned 18 I was on my own.

and sometimes it never does. My aunt broke her hip/back while having my cousin and was in a wheelchair for quite some time afterwards. She never gained full mobility, wasn’t able to have any more children and it basically fucked her up for the rest of her life. I doubt she regrets it (even though my cousin is a D-bag)…

Oh man, the Northridge Mall. I used to go there as a kid and stuff myself full of pretzels and Orange Julius. Then go to the Sanrio store and beg my Gramma to buy me ALL the Pochacco stuff.

My first thought was ‘how did Kim get my 8th grade winter formal dress?’

Ha, just recently had a conversation with my bf about this... after he had to deal with a bunch of bullshit drama from his rather large group of extended friends. I told him ‘there’s a reason I have a small, core group of friends that have zero drama...I left that shit behind when I was a teenager.’ I’d rather be…

10 years ago I’d totally be down...in my early 20s I did Boneroo and Coachella and Burning Man and a bunch of other festivals that involved me sleeping in randos tents and not taking showers for days on end.

Oh man. I very nearly lost a friend because I wouldn’t fly to CA from MA for the weekend to attend her THIRD baby shower.