So, now I'm laughing!

"Eeeeeennnnnhhhhhhh-eeeeeeeeennnnnnhhhhh-eeeeeennnnnnhhhhhhhhh ummmm unk unk"

"Why are you laughing?"

"I just remembered something my mother made me do when I was a little girl."

"Whaaaat! ...?!"

"For some reason my mother was into public humiliation.  She was a bully, a damn terrorist.  You were going to do exactly what she said.  (That is why I know GOD was with me every step of this journey.  There were some sick plots hatched in evil Marta's brain that GOD never let happen.  There were times GOD shamed her, prevented her worse schemes.  Sometimes GOD saddled her with remorse and she did some good things.)

I was in the seventh grade, attending Washington Drive Junior High school. What was I? ... Twelve years old!  I was tiny, I was very petite. (Probably because she always half feed us the worse food just so she could drive a brand new Cadillac and make people ooohhh and awe.)

I could not have weighed over 80 pounds. Anyway, my mother made me wear this HUGE red padded bra to school.  It had to be something like a 46GGG.  I could have made a hammock out of this bra.

Of course I didn't know she was trying to humiliate me.  I foolishly believed that she had my best interest at heart.  I had told her about these tiny bumps I discovered growing directly under my nipples.  Back then young girls were encouraged to wear something called a training bra.  It was generally a small piece of cotton with small imprints designed to accommodate budding breasts.

I refused to wear it and she went LUNATIC! Cursing me with the foulest language. So, frightened, intimidated, bullied by my own mother  , I wore it.

I WAS HUMILIATED! Strangely I don't remember anyone laughing at me.  I did get a lot of looks of pity.  No, no one helped me or interceded on my behalf.  As soon as I got home from school I threw that darn thing away.

Martha never mentioned it again.  So, I did what I always did... I put it behind me and forgave her."