You are just a bra of Anne Hathaway. She owns and wears you by years. She is gigantic compare to you. For her you are not a person, you are a thing, her tool, clothes, underwear to use, own and wear. She never will look down on you as on something, what has his own will, intellect or personality. She even does not think about you, you are just hers. You live around her curves, around her powerful, wide bosom as on some female continent.