The life & times of Brown Sugar...

I just read The Brutha Code's entry titled, "I wanna be fine" and it brought back a couple of childhood/pre-teen memories. For one, he talked about how he used to stand in the sunlight to make his eyes lighter. I just want to know where we come up with stuff like that? Was there some sort of universal childhood/teen book for dummies? I mean, nobody told me about that "trick" but I too did the same damn thing. Unbeknown to me, I already had "pretty light brown eyes." (batting my eyes) As I mentioned in his comment section, I think I was blinded by the light...sunlight that is. hee hee Ok. But that thought alone is not what triggered my mind to write this entry. I started thinking about how I use to....damn, I hate to admit this, but....I used to put toilet tissue, kleenex....socks (preferably footies)...whatever I could find that gave the slight indication that I was woman, hear me roar, in my training bra. *hanging my head in shame* Yes....yes. I know. I know. Who would have thought? I don't even know what got me started doing that mess. I mean, I read "Are you there God, It's me Margaret?" and did the "I must. I must. I must increase my bust" exercise but it just wasn't working fast enough for my underdeveloped body. I mean, I was in the 5th grade, had taken sex education and noticed that all of my girlfriends were developing tittays. (say like Dave Chappelle would) All but me. All I had to show was a little overgrown nipplege. How was I going to compete with them? I mean, I had my Chic jeans that showed off my junk, rather, slight debris, in my trunk. I had to step it up a notch...or two, in this case. So what did I do? Hmmm.....*past time lightbulb* I befriended my sock drawer. As stated previously, I prefered footies because they weren't as thick as regular socks. Plus, they had that little ball that could possibly symbolize a nipple. LOL Little did I know!!! Anyway, I remember one particular day I was hanging out with some friends in the 'hood after school. We were running and playing up and down the street. Ok...why...oh why....did my sock fall out of my bra?!? One of the little boys saw this and said, "Hey...you dropped something!" I was soooo embarrassed! OMG! I couldn't even begin to tell you exactly how embarrassed I was. I mean, I was found out! My secret was disclosed ya'll! To this day, I'm known as the "sock tittie girl." *still hanging my head in shame*