I haven’t passed the pencil test since I was 12, and other woes “well-endowed” women will understand

Never was the saying “the grass is always greener” more apt than it is for this but since I was about 15 I’ve never understood any woman’s desire for big boobs.

A teenager of the 90s and well-versed in the pneumatic vitals of the Baywatch brigade, perhaps I should have been happy to sprout a pair of mahoosive funbags. In reality they’ve been nothing but a literal and metaphorical pain in the chest and if you’re an owner of excess chest-flesh you too might recognise some of these reasons why:

  1. The never-ending conundrums of clothing – shirts (gape), jackets (don’t fasten), roll necks/ high-necked blouses (matronly/ make you look like you’ve slung your boobs runs your waist as a belt), crew necks (frumpy), v-necks (slutty), strapless tops (useless strapless bras), backless tops (don’t be silly).
  2. The torment of going bra shopping.
  3. The torment of going bra shopping for something sexy.
  4. The torment of going bra shopping and realising you’ll need to sell your car before affording more than one black and one nude bra. The sexy(ish) stuff will have to wait anyway it seems.
  5. The misery of going bra shopping with your B cup friend – even nursing bras look cute when your mams are less-ostrich-more-fried egg.
  6. Thinking bra shopping was bad enough and then having to buy a bikini. At least ugly, frumpy bras get hidden under clothes.
  7. The horror when you find out your boobs grow when you’re pregnant.
  8. The surprise when your areola stretches to the size of a side plate.
  9. The terror when you attempt breastfeeding and realise a single boob is bigger than your baby’s head. There is a very real chance you may suffocate him/her.
  10. The agony of spending the first three months bending your neck at an excruciating angle to ensure at least one tiny nostril remains uncovered.
  11. The lingering disappointment when you realise the Netflix and Chill version of early motherhood is nowt but a dream – one hand is needed for the baby’s head, the other hand is needed to stop your boob disappearing under your armpit. You have no more hands and you realise too late that the remote control/ your phone is out of reach.
  12. The pain of thinking “sod it” and reaching for the remote control/ phone only for your carefully balanced boob to slip out of the baby’s mouth with an agonising slide of tender nipple over surprisingly sharp gums.
  13. The “hilarity” of someone wearing your bra as a hat.
  14. The reality of back fat. Chest fat. Upper arm fat. All extensions of breast tissue apparently.
  15. The sadness of realising that the last time you passed the pencil test was when you were twelve.
  16. The discomfort of attempting any exercise without a sports bra/ scaffolding. Even walking fast can produce a distressing level of tremor.
  17. The annoyance of being told, “I wish I had big boobs”. Oh really? See above.