tiddas forever

the first time I felt the power of the sisterhood, I must have been just 15. I was sent on a camp for young Indigenous leaders on the Gold Coast for a week. It was the first time I’d been on a plane without my parents, and when I arrived, I  found I was the youngest of the 100 or so other high-school students in attendance.

I’d not yet graduated from crop tops to proper underwire bras, I had a mouth full of metal, a side fringe and an affliction for sucking at making new friends. We’re all a bit awkward at some point during our teenage years, but that time on the Gold Coast was the