I used to hate my breasts — I was always the flat-chested girl in the gym class. Now I can’t wait to show them off!
“There’s always one, isn’t there? Wriggling into her training bra
and shirt under her school sports kit so no-one sees an inch of
flesh. That was me. And I was still doing it at the gym last
I was always the flat-chested girl, the one curvy friends would
moan to about diets. I’d just sit there, crossing my arms over my
lack of chest, and wishing I could put on a few pounds so my
A-cups might fill out.
I used to hate my breasts. Not that they really were breasts –
there was more nipple than anything else. And sometimes, after a
few glasses of wine, I’d speak out about it. The worst thing was
the way the girls would just laugh at me and say that I should
make the most of not having to wear a bra. Or that models have
flat chests, and I should be grateful!
Truth is, I felt horrible – unfeminine, boyish, shy. And after my
Nan passed away and left me some money, I decided to do something
about it. She’d always said women should make their own choices,
and follow their dreams, so I did…
My surgeon recommended staying quite small – a C-cup – so they
would fit my frame, but I did go for a round implant. It means
they look very pert, and though quite natural-looking when
covered up, they’re very impressive in a bikini!
It was an amazing boost, and my friends all say I’m much more
outgoing. I think feeling confident about my body has spilled
over into other areas of my life too – I landed a new job a
couple of months ago, and I don’t know if shy ‘old me’ would have
been up to the tough interviews.”