Boob diaries: 6 women share their breast hang-ups and joys

Growing up in France in the ’70s, I convinced myself I was going to have very prominent breasts. They never materialized. When I was 16, I saw a picture of Jane Birkin in a sheer top. I thought she looked really good, really sexy, and she had no bra. And no breasts! So I stopped wearing a bra. Before coming to Canada, I lived in Denmark, where there was no judgment at all — I regularly saw topless women eating lunch in the park. We’re more puritan here: Living in Quebec, I felt social pressure to wear a bra, but I couldn’t stand the pinching and squeezing. The sagging is bearable, and there’s a lot more freedom.