Next, I cup her breasts in each hand. “I love these,” I say. “Because they’re beautiful and full and they make me hard as fuck.” She dips her head, hiding a bashful laugh. “But I also love them because they fed your daughter. They made her healthy and happy, and that’s important to me. I understand why you struggle with the way your body looks now, but I need you to know that I find every piece of you perfect, even the things you see as flaws. When you feel like you have to hide from the rest of the world, I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide from me.”
