Women who think that they grew to fast.(Women only please)

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Who thinks that they grew to fast when they were a kid. I think I did.

I have always been tall, and I hate it! My friend is a year older then me and people always think that I am older then her when I'm not.

I had boobs when I was 9 years old! I had a SEA tell me if I didn't get a bra she would get me one for my Birthday. I didn't even know what a bra was at the time. And I started my period when I was 10 or 11 years old! And it was really annoying becuase my friend didn't have any of that stuff happened until she was 13 or 14 years old. We would go out to get somewhere and they would give be funny looks, when I was 9, I had to get a ID becuase people didn't believe me about my age, and there was my friend who could pass as being 9 when she was 12.

Has anybody else had something like this happen to them.

I was always tall for my age but I started 1st grade at a private school when I was 5. I was the tallest and youngest in my class. I started my period at 11 but it was because my mom took me to an endocrinologist who sped up my puberty to make me stop growing so tall. It was very cruel. I didn't want to be shorter but my mother forced me. It caused a huge trauma in me.

I was immature for my age because of AS and plus on top of that being rushed and hurried through my childhood! I think this probably happens to a lot of us who are smart.

I started my periods at 7. Was taller than most of my teachers throughout school. 5'6 by 8, 5'8 by 10. I reached 5'10 at 11 and then stopped growing. I didn't like being tall. I was bullied. People thought I was older and this caused problems in sports, and also academically, my peers would think I was held back, even though I was younger than them. I'm only around 5'9 now because of bone deterioration, sometimes even measuring in at 5'8.5. Stopped drinking milk at 10, so that I wouldn't grow any taller. It was embarrassing hitting puberty at such a young age being brought up in a very strict catholic household. My grandmother (who was "raising" me considered me Satan's child, the fact that I'm a redhead didn't help). I remember the day that I started my periods it was at school. I had never been educated in such things, but thank goodness the other children hadn't either. They just thought I was dying (as did I) when a huge blood stain was pointed out on my pants. I remember the anxiety I felt. The nurse didn't want to explain it to me. She said she would call my "parents," and they could tell me. Well, my mother was hardly around. She never knew I had started until when I was 9, she walked in on me while I was in the shower, saw that I had hair, and then gave me the talk about how my body is going through changes, and I would start menstruating soon. It was 2 years too late, but the subject-matter embarrassed me, so I didn't tell her any different. I remember being brought to the hospital for various things, such as breaking my arm right before my 10th birthday, and the questionnaire asked if I had started menstruating and my last periods. It was a male doctor, and even if it weren't, I was too shy and felt so different that I answered no. I asserted to my peers that I hadn't started until I was 12. It's a very awkward thing growing up so early. You are treated differently by both adults and your peers. Plus, you have to worry about attention from teenage males.

I have always been very short. It seems I have been roughly the same height since Jr. High...I wish I was tall

awe. you are cutely short. I wish I was short. You are a very good female height.

I had boobs at 9 as well but I've got a mother who saw it a took me for a bra right away and explained everything to me very well before it happened. My period strated at 11 and that when I stoped growing, I was 5ft tall and the time and am still the same height. So I went from being just like the other girls in height to short then most of them by 9th grade. It was still hard to have older boys looking at me and cause trouble. Also some of the other kids went threw my purse and found my pads and tossed them around the room calling them pregnance tests and them the teach yelled at me for cause a the problem this was in the fourth grade and I was called drity names for the rest of the time I was in school with these winners alot of whom dropped out before 10th grade due to drugs ect. I was lucky to have a loving and suporrtive mother but the kidsa at school still made my life harder then it would have been if I stay a little girl longer.

Girls were the worst when it came to bullying because of it, I noticed. They were vulgar and tried to shame you. I had my purse taken from me in 5th grade. It was my fault for only carrying it around during my periods. Mother implied that that was the only time I needed to carry one, and I took it literally. Made me a bigger target for harassment. They had dirty little mouths on them. Plus, they weren't very educated on the topic, so they would make false statements unknowingly, but that was also to people who didn't know any better. Ended up I was considered to have AIDS or something like that, and if they touched me, they would get AIDS and their fingers would fall off and their faces would melt. Hmm...I laugh at it now, but back then I was so shy that I didn't want any attention being called to me what-so-ever. I was (and still am) uncomfortable in my skin.

I was lucky in never developing boobs. I was skinny with an athletic build, I suppose, so they just never came. I only recently acquired maybe a B cup after gaining 45 pounds, which I'm eager to burn off. I really don't like having breasts and I wonder how anyone does. You have to bind them to keep them in place when you move and guys look at them, no matter that they are small, and lose concentration when they are talking. The problem I had with boys when I first hit puberty was them touching my legs, being fascinated with my legs, I guess because I was tall. That continued until my 8th grade year and then in high school, it was the butt-fascination. I always tried to stay covered up (turtlenecks, sweaters, wide-leg pants). I think this trauma in my childhood is the reason I'm so screwed up with my sexuality still. If I were allowed to mature at a normal rate where attention wasn't called to my body any more than any other girl, I wouldn't feel so uncomfortable with relationships and what not.

You were lucky to have someone supportive, rather than considering you evil with impure thoughts. I wonder what life would've been like with a supportive family...maybe I wouldn't have the symptoms of Asperger's.

My mother had a very abusive family and I think this is why she was so careful to let us know what was going on with our bodies. She was called drity and stupid when she started at her period at 11 and like you thought she was dying. She wasn't by far the worldest greatest mom but she did the best for us that she could and as a mother now I know this and try let go her short comings it makes for a better relationship now that I'm older. I had B cups threw most of middle school then went on a crash diet before high school and went down from 120 to 80 lbs in a few months I think I'm a little obessive and eating dissorders is how it expressed it's self when I was younger. Now I'm alot bigger and am hauling around DDs no fun when they aren't the perky kind from the Doctor.

When I would have to take physicals to participate in sports, I was told more than once (or rather, my mother was told) that I was overweight and needed to lose 10-15 pounds. I did dance, track, swimming, basketball, volleyball, and softball. My mother was telling me from the age of 9 that I was a whale, not being able to fit into the pants she wore in high school (which was during the disco cocaine times where everyone had the figure of a supermodel, just maybe not the height). My mother is only 5'5. She didn't have hips until she got pregnant. My hipbones had spread from puberty. My legs were muscular, but I barely had any body fat. My ribs were apparent, my stomach was concave, my collar bone was prominent, as were my shoulder blades. But because she would constantly call me huge and then hearing that I needed to lose weight by a doctor, I developed eating disorders. I could never get rid of the muscle in my legs, but my face was gaunt and my arms were like twigs, still she made fun of my size. I realize now as I am older that the doctor's assessment of my weight was based on my age and not my height/growth. Only once did I ever actually see how skinny I was. It was in an aerobics class when I was 21. I looked in the mirror and even though my clothes were baggy, I watched all the other women in the class through that mirror, women that I thought were so skinny, and I wanted to be like...that's when I saw that I was only half their size. I was gangly.

As far as eating goes, though I was a habitual faster, I did prefer my body back then to what it is now. I went completely opposite of what I had been used to after getting involved with someone when I was 23. He ate junk food, but when we first hungout, he wasn't eating or drinking anything, so I thought he was anorexic. He is a very wiry guy. Anyway, I didn't peg him for someone that ate healthy when he did eat, so I went to the store and purchased chicks and snack cakes and pizza bites and all the foods I detested. And I ate with him, even though it made me sick. Ends up he wasn't anorexic, but didn't like eating unless someone else was eating, and being that I rarely ate or ate in front of people, it made things difficult. It ends up he would eat every 2 or 3 hours, fast food. Aside from not eating fast food, I also only ate maybe once a day if at all, and that was even my habit as a very young girl in my household...we only ate dinner, a lot of food all at once. I was always around him, so I had to adopt his eating habits and ended up putting on 25 pounds in a few weeks. I stayed at that weight for a couple years and then I got stressed and went to food for comfort. In January, over one weekend, I somehow managed to put on 15lbs of weight. Now I'm battling my cravings for fast foods after having consumed it 2-3 times a day for 4 years. About a week ago, I switched to Healthy Choice tv dinners (which I'm not into tv dinners, either, but at least its an improvement). I hope eventually to go back to eating maybe once a day and only fresh produce, such as I once did when I was orthorexic, taking vitamins, exercising, and I already drink over a gallon of water a day, but implementing green tea back into my daily life would be a positive thing.

Yeah, this went off-topic, but...I don't often find people who have battled eating disorders in their life and then eventually given in to a weight gain, usually they are young skinny "vegans" who want to be models. It's a plus, though, that when you are really skinny, people assume you are a model...a confidence booster, I suppose. I'm an emotional eater now. Food has always been one of my greatest obsessions...weighing, calculating, charting, researching. I'm still in the belief that we don't really need food to sustain us...it's society that has trained us to rely on it to live. if you look at yogis and other spiritual practitioners, maybe of them abstain from food for great durations of time. Or how about the people who only live off of a bowl or rice or piece of bread each day and seem healthy, living long lives? They aren't programmed to believe that food is our only source of energy. It's the developed world that wants to profit off of us. It's more a question of want than need with people in the U.S. anyway...food is readily available, even if you are homeless.

nope, a very late bloomer here. still waiting for boobs actually

OK that is just wrong, I don't know why someone would do that!

I heard that when my mom started her period she was never told about it before, and she when crazy becuase she thought she was dieing, and then her mom smacked her and said that it was normal. I heard that her mom was a jerk. I mean to don't not tell someone that and than not expect them to react like that. And my mom freaks out really easy so I can picture her freaking out.

I hate having boobs! I don't know why people like them. And I really hate that mine are big!

I had boobs at 9. My mother didn't seem bothered; it was one of my aunts who noticed and took me to buy a bra. Having boobs had been bad enough, but being the only one in school wearing a bra meant I got teased even worse.

I think my mother thought that if she didn't tell me anything about sex and having an adult body it wouldn't happen, so she didn't tell me anything about periods either; I picked that up from magazines. My heart goes out to all those girls who weren't told about periods at all - that should not still be happening today, but I fear it probably still does in some families. Anyway, I started when I was 12, and the only thing my mother ever said to me about it was never, ever to leave packets of towels around where my dad might see them. I think I was my adult height, 5'5", by about 14.

I've mentioned elsewhere about how I was a magnet for creepy older guys. There can be few things more confusing for a girl than having a near-adult body and none of the knowledge to go with it - I don't even mean to have sex, I mean just to protect herself from the predators. I'm a huge believer in honest, age-appropriate, comprehensive sex ed.

I believe stuff like like that does happen, which is stupid becuase if you ask me, people should hear it from there parents not from somewhere else.

I was more of a binge then fast type of bulimia case then a true anorexia one. I ruined my metabolism so once I did start to eat normaly my body just stored as much as it could. But I'm ok with being heavy now for the most part I like to lose a little weight maybe go back to 135 so thats about 40 lbs less then what I'm at right now. I no longer weigh myself it's a scary thought going back to how I was so I'm very careful not to put my self worth in to my dress size anymore .Sorry it took so long to get back to you some boyscouts needed a few dozen cookies lol and I didn't even eat them all and try and walk it off or anything .

My mom always talked about wanting to give me hormones so that I would grow some more...

Between the ages of 8 and 12, I got really fat.....