I saw a couple on the train today holding hands and looking so in love, and it made my heart ache a little. Sometimes I wonder if anyone will ever see past these giant tits and want to know the real me—the girl who cries at sad movies, who's terrible at math, who just wants to feel a strong hand holding mine, not just groping my ass. My body might scream 'fuck me,' but my heart just wants to be cherished. Do you think that's too much to ask for?