when i began to develop breasts, i was only seven. well, swollen puffy nipples, really. i was taken to a pediatric endocrinologist, then referred to a special neurologist. i began having periods in the third grade. by the 6th grade, i was a "c" cup and by the 8th grade, i was a "d" cup. led to much speculation...
i absolutely hated having to wear a bra. my mom's creative solution was that i wear one of my beloved old undershirts over the detested bra. silly? maybe, but it made me feel more "normal"
and like my peers.
whether a girl matures early or on the late side, she will feel out of step with her friends. i know.
but in a year or more, everything evens out. when other girls made cracks about my "shape" i felt weird at first, but quickly learned to say something like, "we all develop at different rates." and when
my tormentors realized they couldn't make me feel bad, they soon stopped.