"Apparently, my breasts required something more than a training bra to keep them in check. They were..."

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Apparently, my breasts required something more than a training bra to keep them in check. They were out of training. They had run amok and taken to the field.

I was never a nymph. I skipped the stage glorified by pervy old directors in artfully lit coming-of-age films. Puberty came on faster than a locomotive and I was helpless, tied to the tracks. Kids’ clothing stopped fitting me correctly. My breasts had weight that caused the spaces between my blouse buttons to gap. Our perfectly respectable phys ed shorts rode high on my thick thighs. I was tall for my age, nearly five foot nine by the sixth grade. When I was twelve, I looked sixteen. When I was sixteen, I looked like a grad student. I got asked on my first date when I was ten. This didn’t make me popular. It made me miserable in my own skin. It made me slouch. And it changed the way I looked at superheroes.

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We Are Not Amazons, Leigh Bardugo

Before I was ever offered the chance to write a YA novel for Wonder Woman, I wrote this essay about her, and puberty, and comics, and getting dressed. 

You can read it on Mashable or in Last Night A Superhero Saved My Life (which has some really fancy authors like Jodi Picoult and @neil-gaiman in it).