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I am a well-endowed woman, always have been, although I do think the Girls were a bit more impressive in my twenties when my waist was 10 inches smaller than my bust. I’m guessing I’m not alone in that physiological phenomenon. When I hit 21 and went clubbing with friends whilst wearing black bustiers and mini skirts, my best friend’s boyfriend would subtly introduce me to his friends: “this is Sophie and these are her Breasts.” His introductions would inevitably be followed by a group discussion about the future breastfeeding of my future children. It was generally assumed that once my milk came in I’d be able to feed a small third world country. I had always planned on breastfeeding. I believed breast was best for my baby’s needs, but I also looked forward to breastfeeding as a way to curb my chances of getting breast cancer and losing the...
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