Most women can remember the moment they realised their bodies were no longer purely bodies, at least not in the way our male classmates’ were.
I was still in primary school when I started being bullied for being flat-chested. I was horrified at the time, convinced something was wrong with me, all because I, unsurprisingly, given my age, had the body of a child. Luckily for me, I thought then, there were padded bras in my local Tammy Girl. I was incensed when my mum (rightfully) refused to buy me one, instead opting for a soft, wireless triangle bra with dainty yellow trim that irritated my 11-year-old skin and left an angry red rash.
