run for the cure

By the time I was in Grade 5, I was fully developed. When I say developed, I mean I was no longer training my chest, it had exploded overnight it seemed into full size cans, jugs, chesticles…..big honkin boobs! Whatever you call them, I had them and I hated them! For ten years I did everything in my power to hide them from the world, wearing shirts three sizes too big and hunching over my shoulders. My breasts were quite literally the worst thing to ever happen to me. It wasn’t until my early …