People will treat you differently just because of your boobs. I discovered this after hating and hiding mine throughout junior high. My breasts made their debut the final day of eighth grade. A school bus dropped off my class for rec day at the beach. I walked out of the changing room in my emerald-green one-piece with black piping into a parallel universe. The boys who previously ignored or were cruel to me (not teasing because they liked me, they wanted to crush my scholarship ass under their Topsiders) suddenly wanted to buy me a Creamsicle. In a flash, I understood. Boobs! Mine were eye level with most of these boys, which made our conversation straightforward. (I did not accept the ice cream. I hold grudges.) Ever since that day, I have used my breasts for power and magic…