Anapa, the beach, I am 11 years old and I am in one swimsuit (they are cowards) of Belarusian trickery, which disappears wet. 11 years! Before the appearance of the breasts, of course, another four years had to wait, but the growth in the head has already begun. I am wildly struggling and ashamed, but I did not dare to ask my mother, because free money was not especially and the theme of "difference between boys and girls" was always banned and any calling in this direction ended badly for me. For my mother, I am still small, and speaking the word breast is generally shameful and shameful. And for the phrase "adolescent period" I once got a general family contempt. So I’m like a Soviet puppies-perestroy without gender traits standing on the beach in shorts and I don’t know where to go.

And then a miracle happened - there was a good woman photographer working on the beach, who two days watching me on the third day came with swimsuits to me as a gift. One of the best gifts in my life. But about the swimsuit and breast to my mom, even this good aunt could not explain, well even swimsuit allowed.

I don’t remember the face of this woman, I don’t remember her age, but her actions and the feeling that I can also claim the understanding she gave me along with the swimsuits with me forever.

Dear parents, don’t do that.