I used to be self-conscious about my butt—ever since I was little, I'd always get found during hide-and-seek because my backside stuck out. But my older brother was always gentle with my butt. No matter what words he used, even on trip outings, even when I had to run errands for him...he taught me that my butt came with responsibility. He kept telling me that if someone's in trouble, I have a duty to wipe their worries away with my butt.