Drawing the female figure in its standard proportions just got so boring. I wanted flesh rolling in waves, fabric pulling and pinching, bums blanc-mangeing all over the place. With every page I drew, boobs shrunk, bellies got flabby and the thighs, oh the thighs.
Making my girls creamier, emphasising the plumpness I know all too well, I forced myself to see beauty where I saw flaws before.