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Happiness...
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Haha well, I did melt it a littleMmmmmm snow devil!!!![]()
omg. so awesome.
Haha well, I did melt it a little
can you tell I don't get this much snow very often?
haha just made me think of my food scale. I can see standing in the kitchen doing this and my husband walking in and falling over laughing at me.o
I only have myself to blame. I live in the foothills of the mountains. But snow doesn't last long very often down here.actually no, or maybe yes. I guess if it is that rare, you have no choice but to enjoy it before it vanishes.
I was thinking more of a weighing you on a bathroom scale and then weighing you again with me holding those amazing breasts in my hands to figure out the difference
No weighing meScales are evil. Just the boobs. You'll have to find another excuse for getting your hands on my tits
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So while not a motivational thing. I have seen many talk about boobs/sizes/weights etc. This made me laugh...
https://www.forzasupplements.co.uk/blogs/lifestyle/how-much-do-your-breasts-really-weigh
They cut off before I could see what mine weigh. But it was funny.
Happiness...
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Thank you.That is one awesome pic, brilliant words too.
These quote pics are actually a lot of fun. Closer .. Less plate squishing squeeze and we are good.It was worth a shot
In depth home mammogram?
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Sadly when I went in to find out about getting a breast reduction, the Doctor told me if I knew how little they really weighed, (Cause I begged him to tell me they weighed 20 pounds a piece for the sake of weight loss) I would probably cry.What’s your best (breast) guess?
and I hated these pics with a fiery passion.Oh my god! You are unbelievable! Look at that body! Wow. I need a moment...
My old ass, was all too happy, to be playing in the snow. But your offer is still better.Can one be happy while freezing!?I'm a warm blanket, let me lay on top of you.
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Most days, a little of both. I tried to take pictures of the snow angels I made today, but getting out of it without help, meant putting my hands where it made it look like I suddenly had a dick and 2 balls.Snow angel or snow devil? (I'll take the latter anytime)![]()
Greetings & Salutations,
(giggles) as I found this introduction quite fitting.
Let me begin by stating my appreciation at you graciously inviting men to express their view as well on your thread. My name's Honey and although genetically male I identify as female and have most.of my life. This being said I would like you to know that I read and re-read the initial post on this thread several times as it by far has been the strongest introduction to any thread I've encountered here on Literotica since joining in 2007 and I wish to commentate on the following:
Quote "Why do we as women have such a hard time being kind to ourselves? We can look at another woman who has the same exact flaw that we ourselves think we do and then tell her that she is beautiful. For some reason, we can easily find beauty in any other person, but when we look at ourselves in the mirror, we tear what we see apart. We criticize ourselves day after day for the things that make us unique. Would we really be any happier if we all looked the same." Unquote
... being a tranny.I can seriously identify with this concern. Every time I've dressed looking in the mirror, that reflection talks to me, questioning me, crushing my illusions, pointing out my flaws, my shortfalls, feeding upon my insecurities. Yes, by far I am my own worst critic. Nothing that has ever been condescendingly said to me in my travels, as I've learned the value of 'thick skin' had ever been so sharp-edged as when the illusion in my mirror speaks to me. Through the years I've struggled with self-perceived perfection, always falling short, always knowing it wasn't good enough, (This is commonplace with many of us truth be told) caught between two places of non-belonging. I have found the safety and comfort in that place I dwell lost and alone, and, over time have brought the amenities home coming to eventually accept myself for who and what I am ... which leads me to:
Quote Magazines and society have told us what beauty is for so long that we have begun to think that if we don't adhere to that standard we are not good enough. That anything less than perfection is unacceptable. Then, we take this to new levels and become jealous or envious of what other women have, or look like. We tear ourselves down because these other women have bigger breasts, or thinner thighs, or blue eyes. Maybe it's her height, or pretty nose, or smaller feet that make us insecure. There are always things we wish we had, and that allows envy to grow and fester within ourselves to the point we lash out at others. We project our own insecurities on this other person, giving way to fear, envy, resentment, rage, anxiety, and overall bad self-esteem." Unquote
... I've struggled with past issues, mental, emotional, and physical when it comes to this aspect, my entire life wishing I had natural breasts, the 'ideal' breasts I carry throughout in my mind, breasts round and full, a genetic natural part of me, yet, being transgendered birth played the cruelest form of joke it could on me. The same could be said of my genitalia, yet I've struggled with full gender reassignment verses partial for the past several years, my only question being, do I completely become female as I do identify as one, or, do I go partial and become a shemale. This has been my quagmire of mental and emotional confusion for well over a decade now, and until then I remain in limbo? This dilemma leads me to my conclusion:
Quote Men. I know that I worded this mostly for the women and I apologize for that. I know that many men have the same issues. Their own insecurities. I never realized that until I joined Lit. I always just assumed men didn't care as much. Now I know that to be untrue. So, I really don't want to leave you guys out. I would like to invite you to do the same thing, please join in and allow us all to build you up as well. Unquote
... to conclude I wish to once again express my thanks for allowing me to share a part of my thoughts that have remained hidden. Through the years and my struggles I have learned to love myself for who I am and what I represent. Granted, there are days I find myself depressed as the years have slowly slipped by accompanied by the tears realizing the time lost yet I find myself grateful for being able to stand tall in who and what I am. In a nutshell, I am beautiful inside and out. (giggles)
Honey xx
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1493376
I am 46 and I am still waiting for that day to happen. 


Happiness...
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More snow fun...
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Closer .. Less plate squishing squeeze and we are good.![]()
Greetings & Salutations,
(giggles) as I found this introduction quite fitting.
Let me begin by stating my appreciation at you graciously inviting men to express their view as well on your thread. My name's Honey and although genetically male I identify as female and have most.of my life. This being said I would like you to know that I read and re-read the initial post on this thread several times as it by far has been the strongest introduction to any thread I've encountered here on Literotica since joining in 2007 and I wish to commentate on the following:
Quote "Why do we as women have such a hard time being kind to ourselves? We can look at another woman who has the same exact flaw that we ourselves think we do and then tell her that she is beautiful. For some reason, we can easily find beauty in any other person, but when we look at ourselves in the mirror, we tear what we see apart. We criticize ourselves day after day for the things that make us unique. Would we really be any happier if we all looked the same." Unquote
... being a tranny.I can seriously identify with this concern. Every time I've dressed looking in the mirror, that reflection talks to me, questioning me, crushing my illusions, pointing out my flaws, my shortfalls, feeding upon my insecurities. Yes, by far I am my own worst critic. Nothing that has ever been condescendingly said to me in my travels, as I've learned the value of 'thick skin' had ever been so sharp-edged as when the illusion in my mirror speaks to me. Through the years I've struggled with self-perceived perfection, always falling short, always knowing it wasn't good enough, (This is commonplace with many of us truth be told) caught between two places of non-belonging. I have found the safety and comfort in that place I dwell lost and alone, and, over time have brought the amenities home coming to eventually accept myself for who and what I am ... which leads me to:
Quote Magazines and society have told us what beauty is for so long that we have begun to think that if we don't adhere to that standard we are not good enough. That anything less than perfection is unacceptable. Then, we take this to new levels and become jealous or envious of what other women have, or look like. We tear ourselves down because these other women have bigger breasts, or thinner thighs, or blue eyes. Maybe it's her height, or pretty nose, or smaller feet that make us insecure. There are always things we wish we had, and that allows envy to grow and fester within ourselves to the point we lash out at others. We project our own insecurities on this other person, giving way to fear, envy, resentment, rage, anxiety, and overall bad self-esteem." Unquote
... I've struggled with past issues, mental, emotional, and physical when it comes to this aspect, my entire life wishing I had natural breasts, the 'ideal' breasts I carry throughout in my mind, breasts round and full, a genetic natural part of me, yet, being transgendered birth played the cruelest form of joke it could on me. The same could be said of my genitalia, yet I've struggled with full gender reassignment verses partial for the past several years, my only question being, do I completely become female as I do identify as one, or, do I go partial and become a shemale. This has been my quagmire of mental and emotional confusion for well over a decade now, and until then I remain in limbo? This dilemma leads me to my conclusion:
Quote Men. I know that I worded this mostly for the women and I apologize for that. I know that many men have the same issues. Their own insecurities. I never realized that until I joined Lit. I always just assumed men didn't care as much. Now I know that to be untrue. So, I really don't want to leave you guys out. I would like to invite you to do the same thing, please join in and allow us all to build you up as well. Unquote
... to conclude I wish to once again express my thanks for allowing me to share a part of my thoughts that have remained hidden. Through the years and my struggles I have learned to love myself for who I am and what I represent. Granted, there are days I find myself depressed as the years have slowly slipped by accompanied by the tears realizing the time lost yet I find myself grateful for being able to stand tall in who and what I am. In a nutshell, I am beautiful inside and out. (giggles)
Honey xx
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1493376
More snow fun...
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