I never knew my mother because she died when I was really young. I grew up with my father and my grandmother who raised me on a rubber tree farm.

My granny taught me how to slap breasts when I was 18. She saw me so worried about my own breasts, which were only A-cups. She taught me face and body slapping techniques, too.

She had learned how to perform these old beauty techniques, which are really just folk remedies. She didn’t think much of breast-slapping. In the past, people fell in love for real reasons, not for the size of their boobs.

I opened a regular salon in Bangkok. Back then, I didn’t know how to tell people that I could fix their breasts by slapping them.

I started out asking my small-breasted customers if they’d like to try my skills. They liked it, the news traveled by word of mouth and I attracted many more customers.

I decided to become a nude model after some of my customers suggested it. I also felt that I had very beautiful breasts, so why not grow the reputation of my services by displaying them?

I wasn’t a success for many years, even though I was modeling and slapping breasts. One night, I dreamed of my granny who had already passed away. She said I should protect my image as the only breast slapper in this world, so I quit the nude scene.

I also stopped being a nude model because there were now people who called me “ajarn” [master, teacher]. I tattooed the Thai flag on my shoulder to ensure that I would never go back to modeling.

I promised myself that I would only have 10 students in my whole life. They must pay B5 million to study breast slapping, B8 million with the addition of face slapping and B10 million for the whole body.

I know it’s expensive but it’s ancient wisdom. If you don’t respect it, don’t come to study. If we don’t treat it like it’s special, it will be widespread, like foot or body massage.

I’ve only had two students so far. I don’t just accept those who can pay. I only choose those who respect the art and will practice it the way that I do.

Turning point in my life came when I was gravely ill with renal failure. I lay in bed, waiting for death because there wasn’t a kidney available for a transplant.

I prayed to my heavenly father, Jujok [a famous beggar in the Buddhist tradition], by worshipping his statue, to help me survive—and he did. I do also credit my doctor.

Then, I had exostosis on the spine. I was nearly paralyzed, and I asked Jujok to help me again. Just a few months later, the exostosis was gone. The doctors were shocked.

He helps me get rich, through my job, but also by giving me good lottery numbers. I win every time!

People might think I am a freak but I don’t care. I will do what I want. I’ve nearly died before and it taught me to be as happy as you possibly can. Now I always take my favorite Jujok statue, Antha Olarn [enormous testicles], with me everywhere—from temples to Siam Paragon.

I keep him in one of his special bags, they’re Chanel, Hermes or Balenciaga. I’ve written “Love thy father more than thy husband, but love thy husband forever”on all them. I don’t plan on ever selling them, so I can write whatever I want on them.

I saw my husband drive a motorcycle past me and our gazes locked. I told him, “If you like me, go back to tell your mom that you’re going to propose to me.” And he did.

We’ve just celebrated our fourteenth wedding anniversary this year. We have no kids.

I am really confident that my husband has never been unfaithful. I made it clear to him from the beginning that I chose him because he’s special. I had everything: money and fame. All I needed was a wonderful marriage with him. I also threatened that I would get a new man if he ever had a mistress.

Now I dream of entering the Guinness Book of Records as the person who has the most Jujok statues in the world. My second dream is to create a museum devoted to Jujok and my final dream is to gain an honorary degree for my breast-slapping wisdom.

I want to challenge all doctors who are skeptical about my techniques. Talk to me face to face instead of behind my back. If they can prove that I am a fake, fine. But if I am real, I will sue them for B100 million and they will have to quit their profession.