Long before Instagram provided the platform for scantily clad women to demonstrate how to balance a SCAR between heaving DD's, there were girls like me. And at best we had Polaroids. The last thing I wanted to do at 15 was highlight the monstrous mounds of flesh on my chest, nor did I want to experience my father's wrath by taking his sidearm to brandish it in a photo. Call me old fashioned. While my kid sisters delighted in spending hours perfecting their Farrah-hair, I wran