Perpetual Late Bloomer

What it feels like to finally stop putting yourself last.

I’m a late bloomer. I mean this literally when referring to my childhood. I was small for my age, wearing kids’ clothes long after my friends started shopping in the juniors’ section. I got a bra in 7th grade but didn’t really need it until high school. I was everyone’s favorite “kid sister” and the top of my head was everyone’s favorite arm rest. I could pass for ‘12 and under’ at 15, and my parents took advantage of the cheaper movie tickets, much to my chagrin. I was a tiny girl with big…