Annie Hawkins-Turner, 67
Sliding into my assigned seat in the classroom, I shifted uncomfortably.
Leant as far back as I could in my chair.
But my boobs still pushed painfully against the wooden desk in front of me.
The seat was attached, so I couldn't even scoot back to give me more room.
It was 1968, and at just 11 years old, my chest was already so large that even sitting down to do schoolwork was a struggle.
‘I need a different chair,’ I asked awkwardly at the end of class.
Thankfully my teacher listened and helped.
If only all the problems my chest caused were so easily solved…
