I love my tiny titties. There was a time I padded my bra, wore push ups and cutlets and googled breast alteration surgery late at night after my boyfriend had gone to bed. I was embarrassed to wear a bikini, a sports bra, a backless dress that wouldn’t allow for a bra. I envied friends whose nipples had a lighter pigment than mine and who fit those bigger cup sizes. During a high school musical dress rehearsal a fellow dancer held me upside down in a lift and my two little cu

What is not pictured here: me in process - healing my relationship to my human shell, reclaiming my feminine energy, finding love for the ass and thighs my grandmother gave me, Nick Champa lathering my body with oil to make my Cuban skin shiny, laughter all around about the sand in my butt crack, the tears I cried all over my breakfast burrito in the cafe an hour later, the two of them embracing me in the parking lot, and Pierre saying in the sweetest French accent you have e