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I love Kate Upton. Scratch that. I love Kate Upton’s breasts. And no, I’m not a straight man, a lesbian, or a crying infant in search of my next meal (you’re shocked, right?). But really: Loving Kate Upton’s breasts has helped me love my own.

It’s not often a model comes along who actually makes you feel better about yourself–trust me, I’ve worked out with the Victoria’s Secret Angels on more than one occasion. On a purely physical basis, interacting with those lithe, small breasted women with matching tiny nipples is a recipe for BDD for anyone with the slightest lack of self confidence.

Granted, there’s nothing about my own body that should actually warrant complaint. As a 5’4″, 20-something white person with a baby face and double Ds, I haven’t faced the type of discrimination you hear about on a daily basis in the news. But everyone has her insecurities, and the fashion industry has a special way of heightening them. What I once regarded as one (two?) of my most prized physical assets often feels like my biggest burden in this fashion world.

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