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The Time My Cousin And I Went To Spain

Yes, we were "those tourists" taking pictures inside every inch of the Sagrada Família, and we absolutely loved it.


For anyone who knows me, they know I have an obsession with traveling. There's nothing wrong with wanting to see the world, except maybe for the fact that it's crazy expensive and for two young women barely the age of eighteen it was probably a little insane.

The summer after my junior year of high school, my cousin Shannon, who was 18-years-old at the time, and myself, being 17-years-old at the time, somehow convinced our parents to let us travel to Spain by ourselves. If they let us go to sleepaway camps for a week in the summertime, why not Europe for ten days, right?

Our trip was 100% ours. We planned it ourselves, booked Airbnb's and flights ourselves, and most importantly funded it ourselves. Throughout the school year we worked as much as we could, Shannon waitressing and I nannying. After a year's worth of working, we had saved enough to go on our adventure, and couldn't wait to take the time to just lay on a beach across the Atlantic.

We routed our trip through 4 different cities: starting in Estepona, then moving to Granada, Madrid, and ending in Barcelona. From the moment we landed, we knew we were on our own. We took the time as independents to get lost in the streets of the foreign cities, to eat as much as our stomachs could manage, and to explore museums, cathedrals, and castles during our days. The nights, of course, were for shopping and drinking sangria, and wasting away all of our money on late night gelato.

The beaches, the culture, the architecture, and the people all turned the experience into a wonderful memory. What truly made our getaway so perfect, however, were the imperfections. From failing twice to get tickets to Park Güell, to trying to memorize Spanish dances which ended with a lift that turned into me almost getting a concussion, it's safe to say that while we were young, wild, and free in this new country, we were still young and dumb.

To my amazing cousin who accompanied me on the journey of a lifetime, I loved every minute. And to Spain, the country that housed our curious and adventurous souls for 10 whole days, thank you for treating us well and feeding us well, we will be back.

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The Struggle Is Real Buying Bras As A Small Girl With Big Boobs

How do you buy bras when none of the stores carry your size?


By age 13, I was wearing a B cup bra. By 14, I was up to a C. 15, a D. Now, at age 21, I'm wearing a DD or an E, depending on the brand and depending on what's available.

I'm sure this doesn't sound that troublesome to most people. Stores sell DD bras. Walmart sells DD bras, and so does Target and pretty much anywhere else that sells bras.

I didn't mention that I'm 5 feet tall and 115 pounds.

The size I need to buy, or at least should be buying, is a 32DD or 32E (or the slightly too big but still acceptable 34D), which, in the grand scheme of boobs, isn't that big. I know this. But, like I said, I'm 5 feet tall and weigh 115 pounds. This is a decently large size for such a small person.

This is such a "large" size that I can't buy bras from Walmart or Target. Instead, I'm limited to buying bras from lingerie stores almost exclusively. Except, even Aerie and Victoria's Secret do not carry these sizes in store. I have to order them online.

As much as I enjoy and prefer online shopping, buying a bra online is riskier than buying a shirt online. You have no idea if it's comfortable, how scratchy the lace is, if it even fits your boobs, or how it will lie under a T-shirt. It's a big guessing game, but it's one that I, along with other people with "unusually" sized boobs, have had to settle upon.

For years, I settled on just wearing sports bras and bralettes every single day. Finding real bras was just too much work, and sports bras and bralettes are comfier. I realized that, maybe, I should have a few bras that actually fit me that are "real bras."

Then I remembered how difficult it was to find a bra in a 32D, so finding one in a larger cup size than that would be even more of a challenge, and again, I'd have to look almost exclusively online.

The struggle of finding bras that come in my size only makes me want to hide in sports bras for the rest of my life.

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You Know You're From Trumbull, CT When...

The best memories are made in this boring, little, Connecticut town.


1. The majority of places you will consider to eat at are in Fairfield or Westport... Colony, Shake Shack, Country Cow, Playa Bowls, BarTaco

2. But if you find yourself too lazy to get on 95 for food, Panchero's is the go-to... never Chipotle. If it is past midnight, the choice always comes down to the McDonalds in Monroe, where you are almost guaranteed to see a group of people you know, or Merritt Canteen.

3. Once you got your license, your Friday night plans consisted of picking up friends, driving up and down Main Street, and, somehow, always finding yourself at the THS parking lot seeing who's car is there because there is nothing better to do.

4. In the Fall, you couldn't wait for Friday so that after school you and half of your grade could walk to Plasko's Farm for ice cream and apple cider donuts... and hope you could get them before the owners would yell at you to leave. (This one only applies to Hillcrest Middle School kids, AKA the inferior middle school in town).

5. You couldn't wait to be a senior so you could officially lead the BLACK HOLE at football games... if you were even willing to go in the cold.

6. You looked forward to the annual Senior Scav, the last week of summer before your senior year where a list of tasks is passed down by the recently graduated class... the official kickoff to senior year.

7. You pass by Country Club Rd. and get flashbacks from the worst Cross Country practices ever. Driving up Daniels Farm Rd. in the Fall and Spring, you are conditioned to yell "hi" out the window to your friends at practice.

8. You knew someone who worked at Gene's gas station... and found yourself spending more time there on the weekends than you would like to admit.

9. You are convinced Melon-heads are real after frequenting Velvet St. to see the abandoned insane asylum with your friends, IF you didn't want to drive all the way up to Fairfield Hills in Newtown.

10. You have had/have been to at least one middle school birthday party at the Trumbull Marriott.

11. You know that the 25mph speed limit on Whitney Ave. is way too slow... and can't help but hit a little air going down the huge hill at the top.

12. The guy at Towne likely knows your name.

13. You never find yourself turning right out of THS... that side of town is irrelevant for those who do not live there.

14. You know to avoid the Merrit Parkway from 4:00-7:00pm at all costs.

15. You know more than you would like to about people you aren't even friends with... in a town so small, things get around very quick.

16. Going shopping really means going to Target, or any store in the mall, for the millionth time that week.

17. The marching band was the best in the state and you would see them practicing, literally, every time you drove by THS.

19. Depending on the side of town you lived, you spent a lot of time at Five Pennies Park or Indian Ledge Park.

20. You would say you couldn't wait to leave, but when you got to college, you find yourself excited to come back to your hometown so you can reminisce on old traditions and make new memories.

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