I'm still self-conscious about my little boobs

You're looking at a petite frame that commands every bit of your attention, small breasts sitting perfectly against a slender chest that makes your breath catch.

You notice the subtle curve of bare skin, the soft vulnerability in the pose drawing you closer to the screen than you intended. You feel something tighten in your chest — and lower — as your eyes trace downward slowly.

You understand now why self-consciousness was ever part of this picture, because what you see leaves no room for doubt. You want your hands exactly where your gaze already is.