I’m forever asking Hannah if she can see my boobs through the shirt I’m wearing. I hold them like they need to be supported while asking. Every time, she says that she can’t. “Really? You can’t see my moobs?”
I hope that this doesn’t turn into a diatribe about my poor self-image. It’s really meant to be more of a brief reflection on why it’s difficult for me to accept compliments, which I get from time to time.