When I was in my 20s a young girl came to work in the chemist shop, where I also worked. She was 17. She had the biggest chest I've ever seen and it was making her utterly miserable. She was already drinking, bringing in those tiny bottles of alcohol..

Well, one day she asked me to go back to her house for a meal. She lived with her parents, who were much older parents, Karina was the baby of the family, all of her siblings being in their 30s.

We sat at this massive table, her parents and I..and towards the end of the meal her father threw a £20 note at her and told her to go to the pub....£20 was a LOT of money in those days...

So,off we trotted...and on the way there she told me that her parents had agreed to pay for breast reduction surgery for her, but she'd been told she had to lose weight first. She wasn't excessively large at all, certainly not by the standard of some overweight people today...but because she was so unhappy, it was very hard for her to lose any weight because she ate and she drank to ease the emotional pain she was in.

Well, in we walked to the pub and conversation almost stopped dead!! She was decently dressed, but even so, the eyes of ALL the men in that room were rivetted on her boobs...and I felt so desperately sorry for her, because she knew damn well....

A few dashed over to us, desperate to chat her up, barely able to stop the saliva dripping from their mouths...I was appalled, to be honest. She'd had to endure this sort of behaviour for years...

Not good.
Not fair...

She was very pretty, very sweet...
She didn't stay long in the job and we lost touch pretty soon after, but I so hope her parents DID help her and that she DID get that reduction surgery, for her life was a misery...everywhere she went her boobs were the only thing that so many people noticed about her..