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They create an unflattering comparison but also an unobtainable ideal. I wanted to rehumanise women through honest photography. Dodsworth interviewed each woman at length, starting by asking them how they felt about their breasts. The interviews soon became more emotional than she anticipated. I realised that this had become an exploration of what it means to be a woman.

Her subjects range in age from 19 toand include a priest, a lapdancer, cancer survivors and women who have had surgery. The absolute anonymity she granted her subjects elicited honest interviews, ranging from the beautiful through the mundane to the painful. Many women cried. I felt more in touch with them and they became more erogenous. Dodsworth also took part, but will not be anonymous, which she found difficult. The impact of all images together is quite mesmerising. Indeed, when she showed her husband he was struck dumb.

My dad is Turkish and Muslim, and my mum is Jewish. If I am with my Muslim grandparents, I do think about what I am wearing.

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Some of my biggest arguments with my mum have been about my weight. If she thinks I have potential, she will push me, and I respect that. She just thinks if I looked after my weight more, I would look better. I think what 3 does is very damaging to young women. I did notice that men looked at me differently after my breasts grew. At uni, I found myself having more casual sex than I ever thought I would. It was almost as if I felt grateful that people found me attractive, which is ridiculous.

In my first year I was part of a very laddish sports club, and there was a lot of pressure to conform. I ended up sleeping with half of them. At the end of a night recently, I was kissing a male friend, whom I have slept with a couple of times, but I told him I just wanted to go home. It was pretty horrendous. That was a guy I thought I had a good relationship with. Halfway through, I managed to stop him.

It still upsets me. I never say I was a rape victim. I think a lot of young women accept that sort of behaviour, because our attitudes to consent are blurred. It makes me feel sick thinking about it. My show me some boobies are smaller than they were a couple of months ago.

I stopped breastfeeding my daughter when she turned one. Things that looked nice before are baggy now. In my role as a priest, I have to wear clerical shirts, which come right up to the neck.

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On maternity leave I quite enjoyed wearing lower-cut tops in conjunction with bigger boobs. It was nice to get a suntan on my chest and feel a bit more feminine.

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The way the clergy dress is partly to diminish our individuality. The priest is vulnerable to quite a lot of projections and transference, because we hold a particular emotionally loaded position; we deal with inner worlds and spirituality. I feel completely comfortable breastfeeding in church and I encourage other mothers to do so. In the Eucharist service, there is a prayer at which the bread and the wine are offered to God and made holy.

I have found that quite sustaining when I have been trying to work out the spirituality of being both a mum and a priest, and how those ificant things fit together in my life. Both roles require availability to the people you care for. The Christian church has had a lot to do with women feeling negative about their bodies and ashamed of their sexuality. Before I had my reduction surgery, I felt a mixture of distaste and shame towards my breasts.

I had a lot of physical problems, which were the main reasons I had the reduction.

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They ended up taking 2kg of fat from my breasts. I feel much better about them now. I used to sweat more, and I was embarrassed because I thought I smelled. I used to get very bad back problems. I still have deep grooves on my shoulders from my bras. That was the most I was able to have taken off without it looking disproportionate to my shape. If I could choose any body shape, I would be 5ft 3in, very petite, and preferably a lot smaller in the chest.

A lot of my friends when I was growing up were smaller, and everyone thought they were pretty and cute. I used to get very venomous looks from girls in the changing rooms at school when we had PE. Some girls thought that I must have had surgery to enhance them. I was a 34GG. It made me show me some boobies extremely uncomfortable. I felt it was how people defined me. The breasts were all most people saw when they looked at me. When I first told people I was having a reduction, the reactions from girls and boys were completely different. My very best friend was more excited than I was.

She knew how much it affected me and how upset I was about it. She was really supportive. Boys were the ones I had more problems with. The surgery lasted for about four hours. The scarring is fading very quickly. It will probably be almost fully healed in a couple of years. I used to have to order bras from specialist websites. I look at going clothes-shopping completely differently now. Though lots of companies make petite ranges, there are only a few that make anything specifically for busty women.

My best friend took me shopping for bras after my surgery. It was hard work carrying all that around. My daughter was born a week before Hitler marched in, and my milk went. It was the shock. We were Jewish. I intended to breastfeed her, but in the end she grew very well without it. My husband was taken on Kristallnacht.

He had gone out, against my advice. The authorities wanted me out of my flat. My husband was in Dachau and somehow I had to get him out. If it helps, I will do it. I saw a middle-aged man and we got talking. I love talking to you. But the man really did only want to talk.

And after three weeks, to the day, my husband came home. We came to England as refugees with no money, so we had to start from the bottom, with a one-year-old. I began as a secretary and worked in the rag trade in a showroom in the West End. When I was 52, I had a lump in my breast. This time I thought it would be cancer. In those days, they did not take a biopsy: if there was a lump, the whole breast was removed — that was standard.

My breasts were erogenous. My husband show me some boobies I had a very good sexual relationship, as well as the friendship. I consider I was blessed: 52 years, how many people are blessed with that? Not many. It hurts. The last time I fell over was more than a year ago. When my nipple suddenly became inverted about 10 years ago, I went to the clinic to have it examined. I know it is a of cancer, but it can also be a of old age. I would never have gone topless anyway, never, even in my younger days. I wear a prosthesis. I forgot it once on holiday.

I had to use lo and lo of plastic bags! If I go swimming, I have a costume with an insert. I used to swim every day until three years ago. When I was 97, I would swim 20 lengths in one go, but my physiotherapist said it was too much. I adore my breasts. I like that they are perky, and that one is bigger than the other. Last weekend I realised with horror that they were beginning to sag slightly.

I had to mix bottle and breast. I felt devastated. What will a partner think of them? A woman I dated had been very big and lost weight so dramatically that her boobs sagged to her belly button.

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Sex is sex, and you can have great sex regardless of what they look like. My boobs are important in a sexual relationship. I was your average Asian girl in the 70s. I had a strict upbringing and no friends outside the family unit. Then I got a white boyfriend, and started wearing jeans and showing off my figure. I look back at pictures now, and I was stunning. Sometimes I change at the end of the evening, even for a short walk home.

What that says about society is tragic. Me and my breasts: women reveal all.

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