
My Biggest Problem
My biggest problem is being able to make it clear to whom I meet what the color of my eyes is.
My biggest problem is being able to make it clear to whom I meet what the color of my eyes is.
Often a compliment may not be entirely sincere, but if a woman knows you like her, she knows very well how to overlook it and pretend she didn’t understand exactly what you were referring to.
Boobs, bosoms, breasts, the girls, puppies, tits, baps, call them what you will. To me they’re just boobs. Love them or hate them they are a part of you, whether you are male, female or anywhere in between. Small, medium or large. Pert and perky or saggy and baggy, baby ravaged or battle scarred they are a part of you. Man boobs included here.
Our boobs are just one of those fascinating things about our bodies, they provide food and those essential first nutrients for babies, they can make us feel attractive, they are unique to you and can empower you. You don’t have to burn your bra to be a feminist these days you know. They can also do the complete opposite and make you feel like an ‘object’. They can be ravaged by disease and cause you pain. But remember they are a part of you and you are amazing.
There is no vulgarity in a woman who loves to show herself and play with her sensuality. The idea that it is a reprehensible thing has only those who know they can never even imagine being able to possess such beauty, to the point that they prefer not to see it in order not to suffer from its inferiority complexes.
Some men melt at the sight of two big and beautiful eyes.