Big Bussoms
I am an Italian Catholic girl with dark brown eyes and dark brown hair. My skin is several shades darker than most of my friends’. At the drug store, I go to the bottom of the makeup racks where they keep the Medium-Olive foundations and powders. My eyes are big and my lips are full. My nose is my father’s- not quite straight, not quite tiny. I have a rather bold face, I think. Sometimes, when I wear a sleeve-less dress, I try to hide my arms. They (unfortunatly) come from my dad as well, and I think the wooly-mammoth look suits him much better than it does me.
One time, I don’t remember the occasion, my Italian Catholic cousins and I were sitting in a circle talking about Italian Catholic things when my Polish neighbor came over to join us. She leaned down, placing her knobby, old-woman hands on my back and said, “You Italian girls have such nice bussoms. I’m Polish and I’ve got nothing!” Besides being mildly creepy, the event soon became a favorite story for my big bussomed cousins and I to retell over and over. I guess, deep down, it kind of made us proud.
