At 4'10 and about 95 pounds soaking wet when I was in high school, I had HUGE boobs. And I mean huge. I have no idea the size (I don't think I ever wanted to know) but think Dolly Parton. I spent Grades 10-13 hiding them by wearing an extremely tight T-shirt which would pull them flat against my chest, and then my regular flouncy top on top. I NEVER wore anything that was fitted. In December 1979, I had a breast reduction. When the very idea of one was presented to me, I never considered not having one. I have never for a second regretted the reduction, and actually looked forward to the surgery. High school was awful in that respect; leering, comments, no one looking me in the eyes. It definitely shaped - no pun intended- my sense of humour. I am now a well-proportioned 50-year-old woman (a recent professional bra fitting put me as a 32D in fancy bras. Your garden-variety bras I'm a 32 B -but they don't really fit my shape of breast, thanks to the surgery) who has finally accepted that it's OK to wear fitted clothing. I cannot for the life of me understand why someone would want to cosmetically enlarge their breasts. I can understand for women who have had mastectomies, however.