KAYLA’S mom held up a forest-green sweater with gold sparkle in the threading. “What do you think about this?” Kayla eyed the sweater. She wished her mother gave her money to go shopping on her own. Her mom tried to be helpful, and used shopping trips as bonding time between them, but Kayla found it incredibly stressful. They didn’t have the same taste, and Kayla had difficulty trying to explain she didn’t like her mother’s choices. Her mother got disappointed and sad, but Kayla didn’t like certain clothes. She was sixteen, and old enough to pick clothes she liked and would wear. “Not for me, Mom,” Kayla said. The neck of the sweater looked like it scooped pretty low. Kayla was already self-conscious about how large her chest had gotten. She didn’t need to show off her cleavage. She hated the way the boys stared like they wanted to touch, and the jealousy of some girls who weren’t as voluptuous yet. “Doesn’t it look too… revealing?” “I’ve never in my life known a teenager who wanted to be so conservative,”
