Katy Perry photo gallery from Imgur
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“But what she’s really known for, at least on a par with her music, are her spectacular breasts, which she has used to equally spectacular advantage at every opportunity, tassels dangling from their bouncing barely covered tips, whipped cream erupting from them in great, weird, mommy-milky orgasmic spurts. They get all kinds of attention, not all of it good. There was the Sesame Street fiasco. More recently, it was the New York Post printing part of her mother’s proposal for an autobiography, quoting her mother as saying, ‘No mother wants to see the top of her daughter’s boobs,’ like there would be something unusual in that. No matter. Her daughter will do with them as she pleases.
And yet Perry and her breasts have not always been on such happy terms. ‘I started praying for them when I was, like, 11,’ she says, ‘and God answered that prayer above and beyond, by, like, 100 times, until I was like, “Please, stop, God, I can’t see my feet anymore. Please stop!” I was a lot more rectangular then. I didn’t understand my body. Someone in sixth grade called me “over-the-shoulder boulder holder.” I didn’t know I could use them. So, what I did was, I started taping them down. How long did I tape them down for? Probably until I was about 19. And, no, I do’t have any psychological pain because of it.’ Why should she? Once unbound, she put them to good use, and such problems as breasts can solve, they solved, working a crazy kind of irresistible lucky-charms magic on all who came under their influence.” ~Erik Hedegaard in Rolling Stone
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