From the ‘What the fuck?’ world, we have this:
‘Sheyla Hershey had the world’s biggest breasts, measuring 38M, until doctors were forced to remove her four implants… in order to save her life. After her most recent implant surgery in June in Brazil, Sheyla developed staph and strep infections, making her seriously ill. She told Houston’s Fox News, “Even though I know I love to have huge breasts…I don’t know why, I’m just addicted to it, I’m going to try to live without it.’ (Huffingtonpost.com)
Okay, well, first of all, ‘breasts’ is plural so she’s not addicted to ‘it,’ but to ‘them.’
And can she spell the world ‘therapy?’ A bit of an addictive personality, I’d say. Or is she addicted, not to the breasts themselves, but to the attention she receives from having the breasts?
And who’s she trying to convince? “Even though I know I love to have….” She knows she loves having them. She doesn’t think she loves having, she knows it, and she wants us to know she knows it.
Puts me uncomfortably in mind of the Octomom.