Breast Of Friends With Virtual Strangers

So how did I, a 26-year-old, working mother of two who is getting married this year, become so desperate for new boobs that I became a member of this cult website? This is the story of my breasts and how they became friends with virtual strangers.

I was a late developer, not doing the mother-daughter right of passage trainer bra shopping untill I was 15 years old. My nickname at school was 'peas on an ironing board.' That was until I was 16 when, literally over six weeks, I went from being a laughing stock, to being the girl everyone wanted to get to second base with!

My new confidence masked the truth. The rapid change from buds to full-grown flower had left me saggy; I couldn't pass the pencil test; God, I could keep a whole desk tidy under those puppies.

I can't say I was too worried, that is until I started being bombarded with images of women with perky rounded breasts that seemed to break the rules of gravity. Pammy Anderson was at the height of her fame, along with the other Baywatch Babes.

I met my first husband at 17 and married him just one year later in 2000. From the minute the registrar said "I now pronounce you man and wife," we started trying for our first baby. Isabel was born in February, 2003 and, worryingly, I had 40 pounds to lose.

My breasts were huge and engorged with milk for four months, after which I had to return to work and leave my baby in daycare. My breasts however had been left at least two inches lower than where a 21-year-old's rightfully belonged.

My husband and I split up, partly due to my low self-esteem just over a year later.