That's me in junior high, and approximately how old I feel most days. Before you ask, yes, I have big plans to sell that vintage high collar shirt on eBay. The 80s are back!
For the past couple of years, as my friends turn 40, the big thing has been, "Oh, yeah, I got my mammogram. It hurt/was a non-event/I have to go get a biopsy."
So far my immediate circle of friends have all been okay in the long run, but a few of them have gone through the giant needle biopsy, and even chemo/mastectomy/radiation.
It sucks, but breast cancer isn't the automatic death sentence it used to be. Still, it's not something you want to deal with on top of doing your taxes and shit.
I'm probably fine -- I do self-exams, and my family doesn't have a history of it. So that's not why I can't get around to setting up my mammogram appointment. At least, I don't think so.
It's probably something about not believing that I'm finally old enough to need one.
Maybe on my birthday, or maybe when I finally get my mammogram, This Forty Thing will finally sink in. Until then, I feel somewhere between 13 to 17ish, depending on the day and how good my bangs are feathering.