Jugs, cups, and…um…breasts.
The article I never thought I’d write
3 min readAug 8, 2019
When I was 11 years old I was the fastest sprinter in the school.
By the time I was thirteen, I was the fastest at getting out of sport. Any excuse would do: sore ankle, period, tetchy knee…anything but the truth.
And the truth was? My breasts hurt. And they were growing fast. Running was agony.