I have two for you that will make you feel much better:
When I was a teenager, the BO asked me to get on one of her horses and school it for her, it tended to buck into the canter and it intimidated the BO.
This was the 70's and I was wearing hip huggers and a belt with a huge buckle.
So I got on the horse, in unfamiliar Western tack (I don't ride Western) and just schooled the heck out of that little mare. I was really impressed with myself, and all the other boarders were at the rail watching.....
When I dismounted, I attempted to vault off her, and hung my belt buckle over the saddle horn. I hung there, like a hooked fish, while that sweet mare just stood and looked at me, until someone came to help me.
Fast forward 20 years or so to when I'm galloping horses at a TB farm. A photographer from a local magazine was taking photos of the facility for a feature article and wanted photos of us galloping horses on the track. I was wearing a front closure bra (my favorite) and a light colored t-shirt. At some point while galloping I had a wardrobe malfunction - the front closure of my bra opened and obviously I couldn't pull the horse up and fasten it. I'm large busted, and on a galloping horse? Not a pretty picture.
THOSE photos did not make the magazine, though the trainer delighted in showing them to people to embarass me.
Ohhhhh, and a third!
I was leading a trail ride of guests of the farm owner. It was unseasonably warm spring day, and the horses were still shedding their winter coats. Towards the end of the ride, we came to a lake and I decided to let the horses drink. While I was cautioning the guest riders about not letting the horses walk into the water or paw and to be wary of signs that the horse might roll, in mid sentence, my horse *leapt* forward into the water, laid down with an appreciative groan, wallowed and sighed. I barely got off him in time, and sloshed to the bank holding my stick and the reins.
Feel better yet?