I was a swimmer in high school. During practice we wore two or three suits for drag, and my breasts got mashed down, and then during meets we wore really tight ones, so again, mashed down. Funnily enough, this never seemed to stunt the growth of mine like it did for some other girls on the team. Or, oh God, maybe it did? And if I hadn’t swum I’d have BALLOONS on my chest. Wow. I’ve never been so grateful for swimming pools. But they do get in the way when I reach for things.