“Oh, that skirt would look so good on me! It wouldn’t be loose like it is on you,” Krista spun around posing in front of me. I had just gotten my latest shipment from the States and I loved my new skirt – until now. Suddenly I was aware of just how skinny I was, how un-filled-out I was. Krista continued to preen and it didn’t matter that she wore thick glasses that magnified her blue eyes ten times, because she had this insanely full and wavy head of blond hair and she had boobs. She, like all the cool crowd, was developing at a rate that I could only dream of, and wouldn’t reach until my late twenties, if that….

From my latest book, The Mumachen.