The Last Thing You Thought...

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Hugs a kitty and a pretty girl

Here is the truth as far as i can tell~

I am a chunky, curvy mixed breed girl.

I am busty, hippy, short haired and boi-ish.

I look good nude.

I look better clothed.

No one is ever going to think that they look good enough, not with in themselves. We all look at ourselves and see flaws. ALL of us. Where some of us differ is that some of don't give a fuck about the flaws because we have learned that the flaws are what makes us~memorable, fuckable. WANTED.

I am short and curvy...but I fuck women like I have the biggest penis this side of the Andes.

I fuck men like I am the best whore they have ever gotten for no money.

I dance well.

I sing like an angel when I want to...and I am damned good at cheering other people up.

IOW~all the things that I hate about me body wise don't matter...because They aren't what other people remember about me.

I doubt that your body and the flaws YOU see are all anyone remembers about you.

*steps off soap box and slaps a couple of pretty women's booties*

*kisses fervently*
 
This made me tear up a little. You are beautiful inside and out, thank you.

Edit: Part of my issues stem from, as SB has said, the "campfire" rule being broken, i.e. a certain ex did some really really horrible under-the-radar things to me, on top of me already having some deep-seated issues, and despite me KNOWING fully that he was a total asshole and I shouldn't care about anything he said or did, they still affect me deeply.

-giggles-

Yea.. i got that too. Takes a while to evict the lil fucker out of your head. Most of the time you have to keep drop kicking him. Eventually he'll be too scared to do much more than whisper from very far away.
 
Me too, 16 or so of them. i'm chronicaly ill, semi disabled (sometimes a lot disabled). I have to be picky about what I eat, do, dont do... all of it. I could argue all day that I'm not pretty. The fact is. I dont have to look at me. and people dont have to see how ugly, ill and heartsick the inside of me is over not being what normal people can be. On the days that I feel like I suck, I do something else. Over time ive acccepted a lot more about me... but its taken time.

You're smart. I try to do something else when negative thoughts start to plague me. Today and yesterday it was shopping :D

Yesterday I dropped some $$ on cute panties! And today new clothes for my trip next month!

Sometimes that works!
 
You can get breast implants and tummy tucks and and work on your chin and cheeks and eyes and forehead and pretty much everything else.


If you're an unintelligent, uncreative, unfunny, boring, useless fuck of a person, there isn't a surgery in the world that's going to help with that.

The world is full of pretty people. Be an interesting person, and then you've got something. I can list the people in my life that have routinely made me truly laugh, or that I've looked forward to talking to. I couldn't even begin to remember most of the girls I'd seen with amazing breasts or a great ass.
 
You can get breast implants and tummy tucks and and work on your chin and cheeks and eyes and forehead and pretty much everything else.


If you're an unintelligent, uncreative, unfunny, boring, useless fuck of a person, there isn't a surgery in the world that's going to help with that.

The world is full of pretty people. Be an interesting person, and then you've got something. I can list the people in my life that have routinely made me truly laugh, or that I've looked forward to talking to. I couldn't even begin to remember most of the girls I'd seen with amazing breasts or a great ass.

Are you trying to say you won't remember my boobs or ass? :p
 
*whimpers and tries to keep composure in the middle of a public thread as knees buckle slightly*

*adores from a quiet place in a corner*

You can get breast implants and tummy tucks and and work on your chin and cheeks and eyes and forehead and pretty much everything else.


If you're an unintelligent, uncreative, unfunny, boring, useless fuck of a person, there isn't a surgery in the world that's going to help with that.

The world is full of pretty people. Be an interesting person, and then you've got something. I can list the people in my life that have routinely made me truly laugh, or that I've looked forward to talking to. I couldn't even begin to remember most of the girls I'd seen with amazing breasts or a great ass.

QFMFT!!!

also *pounce*:rose:
 
You can get breast implants and tummy tucks and and work on your chin and cheeks and eyes and forehead and pretty much everything else.


If you're an unintelligent, uncreative, unfunny, boring, useless fuck of a person, there isn't a surgery in the world that's going to help with that.

The world is full of pretty people. Be an interesting person, and then you've got something. I can list the people in my life that have routinely made me truly laugh, or that I've looked forward to talking to. I couldn't even begin to remember most of the girls I'd seen with amazing breasts or a great ass.

Sooooo true!
 
Once I was married to a man who made me see myself as he saw me. He was the mirror in which I only ever looked beautiful, sexy, desirable. And then life took him from me, and I had to learn how to see myself as worthy of continuing to take up space and suck air. It took a long time.

Then just about when I could accept myself, I wrecked myself. I was left scarred, deformed, defective. And never mind the health issues besides. Not to mention that as I age, the youthful vitality and beauty continue to fade, as with all people.

But somehow I cling to the things that seem to give me value to people. And the more I find of things like that, the more I realize that NONE of them are physical, or appearance related. I am worth something to someone, to a lot of people, but not because of how I look, and certainly not because of how I sound. My spirit shines like a brand new penny, but not everyone can see that. Those that can (I hope) find it worth the look.
 
Once I was married to a man who made me see myself as he saw me. he was the mirror in which I only ever looked beautiful, sexy, desirable. And then life took him from me, and I had to learn how to see myself as worthy of continuing to take up space and suck air. It took a long time.

Then just about when I could accept myself, I wrecked myself. I was left scarred, deformed, defective. And never mind the health issues besides. Not to mention that as I age, the youthful vitality and beauty continue to fade, as with all people.

But somehow I cling to the things that seem to give me value to people. And the more I find of things like that, the more I realize that NONE of them are physical, or appearance related. I am worth something to someone, to a lot of people, but not because of how I look, and certainly not because of how I sound. My spirit shines like a brand new penny, but not everyone can see that. Those that can (I hope) find it worth the look.


*sends you a big huge hug * :rose::kiss::heart:
 
I have been reading this, and trying to think of something profound to share and say, but I can't. I do know, that many of those I have met in lit, even those who, perhaps, I haven't even had a conversation with, are the most beautiful people I have ever met.
 
Once I was married to a man who made me see myself as he saw me. He was the mirror in which I only ever looked beautiful, sexy, desirable. And then life took him from me, and I had to learn how to see myself as worthy of continuing to take up space and suck air. It took a long time.

Then just about when I could accept myself, I wrecked myself. I was left scarred, deformed, defective. And never mind the health issues besides. Not to mention that as I age, the youthful vitality and beauty continue to fade, as with all people.

But somehow I cling to the things that seem to give me value to people. And the more I find of things like that, the more I realize that NONE of them are physical, or appearance related. I am worth something to someone, to a lot of people, but not because of how I look, and certainly not because of how I sound. My spirit shines like a brand new penny, but not everyone can see that. Those that can (I hope) find it worth the look.

I can see it. Just sayin.
 
Are you trying to say you won't remember my boobs or ass? :p
I'm saying in the end, I'm going to remember the person more than the parts. :p



Like... no one fondly remembers their first engine. No one thinks fondle of the great tires they once had. People are a package deal, imperfections and all. It's those imperfections that make you comfortable to begin with, though. If everyone had the same perfect shape, then there really wouldn't be any beauty in humanity. Different skin tones, different heights, different shapes... fuck yeah. Embrace that shit. It's what makes you a person.

Women are sexy as fuck. The only real tragedy is how few of them realize it.

QFMFT!!!

also *pounce*:rose:

*is pounced!*

*accepts his pouncing happily*

:D
 
:eek::eek::eek:

I'm alone..huge storm...lost electricity..no candles...:eek::(:eek::eek:

* hides under the bed covers happy for her phone light ..until it dies*
 
Once I was married to a man who made me see myself as he saw me. He was the mirror in which I only ever looked beautiful, sexy, desirable. And then life took him from me, and I had to learn how to see myself as worthy of continuing to take up space and suck air. It took a long time.

Then just about when I could accept myself, I wrecked myself. I was left scarred, deformed, defective. And never mind the health issues besides. Not to mention that as I age, the youthful vitality and beauty continue to fade, as with all people.

But somehow I cling to the things that seem to give me value to people. And the more I find of things like that, the more I realize that NONE of them are physical, or appearance related. I am worth something to someone, to a lot of people, but not because of how I look, and certainly not because of how I sound. My spirit shines like a brand new penny, but not everyone can see that. Those that can (I hope) find it worth the look.

Thryi, it shines bright and clear. The packaging is sometimes fun, but the present held within is far, far more important. Quite a few people here have proven that time and time again. Some have graced me with images of their real selves, others have not. But each of them have shown a worthiness of knowing by WHO they are, not what they look like.
 
Once I was married to a man who made me see myself as he saw me. He was the mirror in which I only ever looked beautiful, sexy, desirable. And then life took him from me, and I had to learn how to see myself as worthy of continuing to take up space and suck air. It took a long time.

Then just about when I could accept myself, I wrecked myself. I was left scarred, deformed, defective. And never mind the health issues besides. Not to mention that as I age, the youthful vitality and beauty continue to fade, as with all people.

But somehow I cling to the things that seem to give me value to people. And the more I find of things like that, the more I realize that NONE of them are physical, or appearance related. I am worth something to someone, to a lot of people, but not because of how I look, and certainly not because of how I sound. My spirit shines like a brand new penny, but not everyone can see that. Those that can (I hope) find it worth the look.

You are my Blessing for a reason and you have been for a long time. Obviously i see what you have in your soul...and it shines.

I have been reading this, and trying to think of something profound to share and say, but I can't. I do know, that many of those I have met in lit, even those who, perhaps, I haven't even had a conversation with, are the most beautiful people I have ever met.

*nods and fondles*

I can see it. Just sayin.

cuz YOU are awesome,


and you are smexilicious.

*is pounced!*

*accepts his pouncing happily*

:D

*grins*

Also, even though I snipped it, you have definitely earned the Sage in your nickname.

*cuddles*
 
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