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I was a flat-chested teenager.
Still, wanted to be like my friend, I bought a bra, a soutien-gorge
which, of course, I didn't need. My mother, who possessed a magnificent
bosom and a sharp wit, called it my "soutien-rien "-
my support-nothing. I can still hear her words today. Over the
years that followed my chest slowly pushed out. Nothing to write
home about, though. Suddenly, in 1992, a transformation occured.
In the space of six months, spontaneously, I had proper tits:
no treatments, no operations. A miracle. I swear. I was thrilled,
but not really surprised. I put this feat down to twenty years
of frustration, envy, dreams and sighs.
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