Get Stuffed - A do-it-yourself Guide

I wish teenagers would believe those of us who are no longer in High School when we tell them that life gets better and what seems so important now, will not matter or be that big of a deal later in life.  For some reason, most of us girls went through those teenage years feeling like EVERYTHING we did or said was important.  As young girls we feel like a queen when the boy we like talks to us, be horrified when that same boy see's us trip in the hallway and we feel devastated, like it's the end of the world if you accidentally wore pajama's to school. 


I talked to a teenage girl today who shared with me a few of her current high school dramas.  She has had a few embarrassing moments the past few weeks.  I assured her we all have moments like that but she just said, "Not everyone...not the cool girls, and not as bad as mine".   


I am going to share a couple of my many embarrassing moments from high school to cheer her up.  Both of which are (in my opinion) tons worse than hers.  


1.  In 7th grade my friends talked me into stuffing my bra.  The plan was simple.  We were all going to show up on Monday morning with a bra full of Kleenex.  That way, if someone noticed the amazing growth spurt of our chest, we could say it is perfectly normal by pointing out all our previously flat chested friends.  We were so smart.  One might say even Brilliant!  


Monday morning rolled around and I was good to go.  I had been practicing all weekend to get just the right size.  Looking back, I don't know why I thought no one would notice a girl who went from an A cup to a D cup.  I went to the bathroom, locked the door and began stuffing.  All of a sudden I heard my mother at the door.  She announced that she would be driving us to school today instead of having us walk.  This was not part of the plan so I panicked a bit and threw on a jacket before meeting her at the car. 

 


Unfortunately none of my bra-stuffing friends had the same first period class as I did so I was going to have to wait about an hour to check out everyone else's new bust.   When I made it to school I put my jacket and a few books in my locker and then headed down the hall to my first period class.  Just about every person I passed was smiling at me.  I saw the cute boy I liked - his locker was by mine - and for the first time EVER, he spoke to me.   "Did you have a good weekend?"  I told him my weekend was great.  This was going to be an awesome day.  

I was only a few feet away from walking into my classroom when I saw my friends waving to me from the other side of the hall.  They pointed at the girls bathroom, the place we had planned to meet.  It was closer to my end of the hall so I made it to the bathroom a few seconds before anyone else.  Those few short seconds gave me just enough time to look in the mirror and then scream.


I had been in such a hurry, in such a panic, I had forgotten to stuff BOTH sides.  I had gone to school, walked to my locker, talked to boys, and spent an entire hour in class with only one fake,  tissue enhanced Uni-Breast.  Oh.....My.....Gosh.......... 


I faked being sick and my mom came and got me. 

I was "sick" for the rest of the day and the day after that as well.  

If my life was like the movie X MEN - I would be cyclops.

 I can only imagine what my super power would be...... 


2.  I really DID wear pajama's to school once, accidentally.  Read about that HERE.



Did stuff like this happen to anyone else?  

 

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