The above video sure highlights a feeling I know all too well.
The embarrassment. The ridicule. The humiliation.
How else could I feel after being 'congratulated' over the public address system for having been 'unanimously selected' to be our high school's representative for the local chapter of the "Itty Bitty Titty Committee"?
The 9th grade boy who read that prank announcement before lunch hour one day was duped and the assistant principal later apologized for the comments made to the whole school about my flat chest. But in the weeks that preceded that most students had already seen full frontal nude pics of me that were being circulated about by a handful of jerks. So what was a little more shame?
After all, in reality, the P.A. announcement was not telling anyone anything they hadn't already been visually informed about.
Though rumors had persisted in my junior year that I was a "stuffer", I denied them - vehemently. When two 9th grade boys persisted, claiming that their older female cousin (who was a senior the year before) told them I was as "flat as Kansas" after observing me showering, I called them "fucking liars" and embarrassed them by depantsing them in front of several other girls. (Did they ever enjoy payback a year in my senior year when they effectively rubbed my face in my nude pics!)
All the jokes, though undeniably factual, were still quite humiliating.
"Boy-boobed Belinda."
"Flat as Kansas."
"Tacs on an ironing board."
"Pimples"
I'd also occasionally find breast augmentation ads taped to the outside of my locker.
One day a boy told his friends as I approached, "Here comes breakfast." Then, in front of me and his laughing friends, he explained to a new student that my breasts were as flat as pancakes.
Even some of rivals on other school softball teams heard of my embarrassment and chanted one time, "One, two, three, four. Who is flat as a door? Belinda. Belinda. Yeah!" A couple times training bras were rolled, taped up and tossed at me on the field.
I had already been publicly convicted of major 'bust fraud.' The 'evidence' was overwhelming and undeniable once everyone knew I still should be wearing a training bra at age 18 instead of stuffing an A-cup! (I couldn't even fill an AA cup at the time.)
How fitting indeed, many students and even some faculty felt, that an impertinent, mouthy, suspected bra stuffer had been exposed - LITERALLY!
There was certainly no point in stuffing my bra anymore after that!
I also went back to wearing a training bra during my senior year.
For flat-chested teenage girls, I can offer one important bit of advice from personal experience:
Never, Never, NEVER stuff your bra. It will only add to the humiliation when your nude pics make the rounds at school. And trust me. Nude pics of you WILL make the rounds. Someone will make SURE of it.
(At least I've since graduated from the training bra. Though, as you can see, barely.)
