In the beginning – Jessica’s story

I was ten years old when my mother brought in a bra with a tennis racket sewn between the cups.  We had never talked about bras, or boobs for that matter, and yet here was my first bra laying on the kitchen table for any of my brothers to see at any moment.  I was mortified (any of you who have brothers might understand my horror).  Luckily my mother was smart enough to find something to keep my male siblings busy while she explained that I had to wear a bra now because my boobs were developing.  I had not realized that I had boobs up until this point.  And so began my legacy of wearing a bra and developing boobs.

My boobs at Obama's inauguration.

- Jessica