Racquelle -> RE: What do you think about your own body? (10/25/2008 4:06:25 PM)
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I did not think much of my body when I was 16 or 19. I think part of that is the consequence of puberty and being female. I was also with someone who did not like my body, my style, or really - me - at all. As a dominant, I try never to use a person's body as a topic of humiliation play - it just hits too close to home. (Small-cock humiliation aside, because that's a kink that some men I play with really love.) Teensub, I want you to know that you will never be as firm, trim, vital, and lovely with that blush of youth as you are now. Your ass is incredible, and your tits are perfect. I can say that without even seeing you - it is simply true of women your age. You need and deserve a constant stream of compliments, and put an absolute ban on self criticism. You do not have any idea how much power you hold in that firm, gorgeous body of yours. If I could wish anything for women your age, it is that you would know this about yourselves. Ah yes, youth is indeed wasted on the young. We worry so much about fitting in and being accepted - but what we don't understand is that we only need to fit in our own skin, and accept ourseleves - and we will be loved, adored, worshipped once we figure that out. There is not one perfect body out there. I have MY body, and MY body is beautiful. There is not one place you can touch me that your finger won't sink in a little, I am squishy, and soft, and to some people, that is exactly what they desire. Others don't. To each his own. There's room for all of us. I have ALWAYS had a body that was desired - I have had no shortage of adoring lovers, but when I turned 30 and gained more self-acceptance, I noticed a distinct change in how much, how often, how many people would go out of their way to tell me I am beautiful. I am beautiful, I feel beautiful, people recognize that, mention it, and then I feel more beautiful. When I felt ugly, I did not dress well, take care of my hair or make-up, because I didn't think it mattered, and people had a harder time seeing what was lovely about me, and then I felt less beautiful. I made the mistake of opening the door to a couple of Jehovah's witnesses last weekend - standing there with dirty hair, no make-up, in an old chemise, but one woman came back while I was out of town this week and made a point of telling Frenchy how beautiful I am. It isn't really because of my body - it's because of how I feel and how it radiates from me. People like it. I like it.
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