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Hannah-Freya is a PhD student and teaches literature at Leeds Trinity University. Her research is in Gothic and sensation fiction of the nineteenth century. Hannah-Freya also writes creative pieces and aspires to be a novelist, with multiple cats. You can follow her at @freya_cw.  Boob celebration. Position hands beneath breasts and look down upon said breasts in sheer wonder at their amazement. Look up to your audience, smile, and then vigorously shake. There you have it: boob celebration.
It’s about the only pose I can do in the beginner’s burlesque class, probably because my boobs are my best asset. I’ve got the tits, my sister has the butt. Now I’ve been eating too much chocolate for too long, I’ve also got the thighs, the belly and the wings to take off with. Bit of a difference to the teenage me, a skinny goth girl with an eating disorder. Still, the boobs were present. C cup tits above a rack of ribs; if I’d shook them then, I probably would’ve rattled.
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