ANDREW - life story - PUBERTY. pg1



� PUBERTY GROWING UP LESBIAN? SIGNS � ANDREW'S DIARY � GUESTBOOK � GO BACK TO ANDREW'S INDEX DOOF RUFUS CENTRAL	I was quite fine before puberty hit. I didnt care about anything - I could do what I wanted. I was invincible. I didnt know or care about girls and boys and their differences. I did what I wanted to do - a mixture of minimal standard girlie things and basic boy things. I had dolls and a Barbie but I was more obsessed with her bumpy bits and how her dresses where made than anything else (teenage boy and fashion designer poof rolled into one perhaps?).
		But when I started getting my period and my breasts started growing, I was not a happy camper. Gone where the days of running around with the boys and mucking around. I had to wear a bra, the most uncomfortable and unnatural piece of clothing ever made and I was told I wasnt allowed to play with the boys any more
	My period made me so unhappy.It was disgusting and wrong. It wasnt supposed to happen to me. Why did it have to happen to me and not Christopher down the road? My breasts always got in the way. Whats the point of having two bumps at the front? It didnt make me run faster.
		The boys, who I used to play with, now started teasing me about it. I wasnt one of them any more. I was girl. I didnt want to be girl. It wasnt what I was. I was a boy. A somewhat unco- ordinated boy, but I was one anyway.
	Becoming a woman really upset me. It split me from my friends. I didnt understand girls. They were so different to me. I didnt really like playing sipping - I couldnt skip. I would much rather play Brandy with a wet tennis ball or British bulldogs.
		So, my breasts grew, and got in the way, and then the boys wouldnt let me play with them. I hated my breasts so much. I could hide my periods from people but I couldnt really hide my breasts. I tried to cover them up at every chance by wearing sloppy shirts and crossing my arms. I was getting sore shoulders from huddling over from trying to lean over and hide my breasts. Clothes didnt look right. There were just two big HUGE breasts pointing out completely wrecking my chest. They were ugly, and so was I because of them. I hated my breasts so much. I hated my body because of them.
	I wanted to get rid of my breasts as soon asstarted growing when I was about eight. And I still do.	� � �� NEXT PAGE....