I just wanted to let you know that this entry, as all of your entries seem to be, is one of the most worthwhile things I’ve ever read. I also love the pictures.

I’m enjoying your blog so far and can’t wait to get caught up.

I read this article (as well as all the others I missed) and agree totally with it. You are hitting the nail right between the eyes! LOL

But seriously, I used to have a love hate relationship with my body as well when I was growing up. But I have come to the conclusion that my body is my canvas and I will continue to tweak it over time. I do not mind that I have a little padding in some spots. I think it makes me more of a teddy bear than some dude who looks like a stump with arms. Being content with yourself definitely allows you to be a better lover.

Case in point, the best sex I ever had PERIOD was with a girl that many guys would consider “average.” She does have one of the most beautiful faces I have ever seen, but body-wise she would not be considered svelte. But the sex was always great!

On the contrary, I have slept with chicks who were more of the typical college wet dream and the sex was basically a good substitute for using my own hand. Nothing to write home about at all.

I think people in general could serve to learn a few life lessons and learn to look at the person beyond their cover and to what they have between their ears. The most sexual organ we have is our minds!

Peace

i am 5′6″ and a very curvy 160 pounds, and my man loves it. i’d like to be 20 pounds lighter, but i love to eat, and if he’s happy.. wtf, ya know?

a wise friend asked me once, “how do you think the women who skipped dessert that night on the titanic felt?”

By 35, I’d gained 25 lbs. At first, this horrified me. I felt like I was being enveloped, cocooned in some alien sludge. Clothes looked much worse on me.

But… suddenly, my sex life got WAY better. WAAAAYYYY better. For a start, more men wanted me. When they got me, they did things they’d never done before: they nuzzled my tits, rubbed their cock against my pubic bone without flinching, slid their erections between my closed thighs and groaned. Better still, they flung be around the bed and fucked me with abandon.

I appreciated the change to my sex life – I was ecstatic about it. But I still looked at myself in the mirror and felt lumpy, plump and dowdy.

Until one day, I was fooling around with a new digital camera and getting dressed to go out at the same time (because I’m wierd and easily distracted). I took a picture of myself in the bathroom mirror, with just my bra and panties on.

I forgot about having taken the pic at all, until about a month later, I was downloading the memory onto my laptop and I saw it. REALLY SAW IT. Maybe because all the other pictures were of objects, or other people – I don’t know – but I looked at the pic (no face on it – the head was cut off) and realized it was me.

That’s when I got it. Oh, fuck. I was… so damn sexy. I was generous and fleshy and very, very inviting. It was a magnificent epiphany. I didn’t look like a model. I looked like someone you want to fuck.

rg

Mr 26

Look at small children and babies – they don’t care about these petty preoccupations. If they don’t like you it’s usually because you frighten them one way or another but never because of your appearance.

If you lived on a desert island all your life you wouldn’t have these worries either because you wouldn’t see yourself in the mirror of other people’s eyes.

It’s all subjective. Thin girls are “eeeeewww!” in some parts of Africa. Apparently they aren’t tender and juicy enough!! :-D

Take care
Angelpussy