So mom sent me a bunch of my old stuff in 24 giant bins, which is exciting and awesome and I'm sorting through them. And some of the stuff she sent was my old art, and looking through it, I drew a lot of anime style, including girls with bountiful breasts. Not huge -- they couldn't compare to, say, Vampirella or Lady Death or other comic book characters, and they'd never appear on /d, but... bountiful.
And I just suddenly had this memory:
When I was an early teen, like twelve, thirteen, fourteen etc, I was pretty badly clinically depressed and seeing a psychiatrist. And she insisted on seeing my art! So I brought in my sketchbook and she flipped through it and, well, flipped out. Look at all these curvy women! Look at these huge breasts! I must have a complex! No, I tried to protest, I just like big breasts. No no! It must be a complex! A fixation!
If only she could see me now. (ETA: Not my drawing! A manga I'm into.)