Oh, no. I was a late developer, but I went to extremes when I did. I dressed modestly, and too many men still acted as if I had grown my breasts on purpose to get attention.
Revealing clothes don’t help matters, but clothes are not the main problem. The problem is the men - only a few in some groups, and a great many in others.
Case in point.
How did you come by that impression?
>>The problem is the men - only a few in some groups, and a great many in others.
That’s what I’m talking about.
[[[[Oh, no. I was a late developer, but I went to extremes when I did. I dressed modestly, and too many men still acted as if I had grown my breasts on purpose to get attention.
Revealing clothes don’t help matters, but clothes are not the main problem. The problem is the men - only a few in some groups, and a great many in others.]]
Yep it’s the men.
I clobbered an old man with a frying pan for grabbing me when I was teen. Wasn’t dressed revealing (t-shirt and jeans) at the time either .
I got way too much attention and I did the same thing. I wore a jogging bra and a tank top underneath my t-shirts and loose clothing. It did not work as well as I’d hoped. One in particular who harassed me constantly and groped me several times never got in trouble for it. One time I slapped him so hard afterwards it left one hell of a mark. I got sent to the principals office (by a female teacher) and nothing was done to him. I just went home rather than go because I was so sick of it. Some people are just jerks!
I’d say immature boys hung up on Playboy and all those other sex mags. I raised 3 boys, and found the crap in their backpacks more than once when they were growing up. They’d get them from their friends, because I sure never gave them money for chores that was part of living/supporting and being provided for. When confronted, it’s not mine, but my friends. They went in the trash. But I kept finding more. And those went in the trash too. I didn’t allow locks on bedroom doors, nor did I knock. You had rules to follow and you’d best follow them unless you wanted to spend a month going to bed after you hand washed every dish in the sink. T me off more and it got extended.
I’m the opposite, by 5th grade I was wearing B cups, by 10th C, by 12th D’s. I dressed modestly, as most of my clothes were hand me downs from older cousins as I couldn’t fit in my age group’s clothing tops. I was still baby pudgy and never had a date until I was 18, but then I had old fashion parents with MORALS too.