‘They’ll never stop growing’
Melissa-Mae Lita Nzau, 24, London
Getting dressed for school, I scanned my body in the mirror.
Yep, my boobs were still there. And they were still enormous.
Like two big beach balls stuck to my chest.
Pulling my jumper over my head in disgust, I sighed.
It was November 2011.
I was 13, and my boobs were already a 38E.
They’d been growing since I was 10, and they weren’t showing any signs of slowing down.
I hated them and the attention they brought me.
Adult men would catcall me on my way to school.
