Before I begin, let me say I'd never done anything like this before and I've never done anything remotely similar since.
Ares Andreu's tits made me lose my mind. I was living in Barcelona in the 2010s and had a job that left me a lot of free time. I speak Spanish and Catalan (her first language). I came across her Telegram account and started following her there, on Instagram and on VSCO. I didn't know it at the time but she was still under@ge. She was happy with her body, rightfully proud of her tits, posted nudes and sold videos. When OnlyF@ns started taking off in Spain she touted opening an account and even asked her followers if we'd be interested and the kind of things we'd like to see.
I've read that she posted political rants on TiT but I was a big contributor to that thread and never saw it myself. She was very much in favour of the independence of Catalonia from Spain that was attempted in the early 2010s and often wrote about her thoughts on the matter. I've also heard it mentioned that she ghosted and didn't send videos that she'd been paid for, but that's not my experience.
One day she posted a video crying, saying she was taking a break from social media and wouldn't be selling anything for the foreseeable future. She was clearly very distressed and disappeared for a while. When she returned it was to post messages saying she wasn't selling anything and to stop asking. Over the next months her position got more extreme and whenever she posted it was images of her self-harming (cutting), aggressively misandrist memes, and texts about how she hated herself and her body.
She closed her Telegram and VSCO accounts and two of her Insta profiles, but she'd made the mistake of following herself on a new account before she did so I was still able to follow her. The new account was exclusively about her first year in university and included images of friends but none of herself. From photo backgrounds it wasn't difficult to identify her college and from its website I found out she was studying philosophy, and the names of her lecturers. One of them had a blog where, among other things, she posted some of her pupils' submissions. There was a rambling, confusing and bizarre essay by Ares that was impossible to comprehend (she was nineteen at the time), but whose under-text was evidently a strong feeling of self-loathing.
A few of her posts were of a crappy churreria where she hung out between lectures. One day I was in the area so I went for a coffee but she wasn't there. Over the weeks I returned a few times, with no luck, until one day she walked in with three other girls shortly after I arrived. No fringe (bangs), black cat-eye eyeliner, jeans and a thick, dark green, oversized sweater. They sat behind me, laughing loudly as teenage girls do, until two of them left. The remaining girl changed seats so she was next to her and they started what seemed like a meaningful conversation. I couldn't hear what they were saying but Ares was doing all the talking and the friend was consoling.
I'm not absolutely sure what my objective was, stalking her like this. Possibly to offer comfort at a difficult time, possibly to try to convince her to return to posting nudes, I don't know. In any case, the girl crying on her friend's shoulder behind me was so young, so helpless, and so far from sexy that I decided the best thing I could do was leave her be. She had enough troubles and my intervention could only make things worse.
Of the many things I found out about her I can tell you she lived in Alexandria, Egypt, for almost a decade of her childhood because her mother taught/researched there, and she speaks Arabic as well as Catalan, Spanish and English. She's clever, artistic, and will by now have finished her degree in philosophy. I don't know what happened for her to switch so dramatically from showing off her body to hating it. I assume she decided she didn't want to be just a pair of tits, no matter how perfect, and aspired to something more fulfilling. I respect that and hope she has a happy life.
That's the story of how for an hour one autumn I was just a few metres away from the most perfect tits to ever exist.
Apa.