I didn't start to love my breasts until I met a man who loved boobs. Before that, I always felt self-conscious about them. I was one of those girls who would invent a reason to leave her bra on. I didn't feel good about them because I thought, "God, these are so crazy and big," and I thought my nipples were too big. When I was alone, I'd always play with them, but when I was with a man, I tended to leave them alone and not ask for attention for them. And then I met someone who really liked them, and he was just a freak about them. It turned my whole idea around, because he gave me this appreciation for big boobs. Like, yeah, they're really beautiful.