At 19, I believe my boobs were cursed. Senior year in high school, I made fun of a girl who had hair on her breasts. This was told to me by a guy who had seen them. Wouldn’t you know it, but at 19 I found a hair growing on my breasts too. I never made fun of anyone’s breasts again lest I should perpetuate the curse. It was just something else on my body to be embarrassed about.