I remember the day I found out about the human world's obsession with breasts as if it were yesterday. It was during a particularly mundane conversation at school when someone brought up the topic of sexualization and how some people's bodies are perceived more than others. As I sat there listening, something inside of me shifted and a sudden realization washed over me - I had spent so long trying to conform to societal standards without ever really questioning what it meant for my own body.

I still remember the sound of the wind rustling through the trees outside our classroom window as we discussed the complexities of feminism and its impact on women's bodies. It was like the world around us was alive, listening in on our conversation. And I felt seen - or rather, unseen - by the world around me. Like my body was a puzzle that no one could quite solve.

I know it sounds silly now, but at the time, it was a profound moment for me. The realization that my own body was a mystery to everyone else, including myself, sparked something within me and I knew then that I had to learn more about this strange world we live in. And so began my journey into discovering what it means to be a woman - not just the societal expectations but also the parts of myself I'd long forgotten existed.

I still remember that moment vividly and how it led to a series of events that changed me forever. The wind rustling through the trees will always bring back memories of that day, reminding me of