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Daddysredhead -> RE: Wondering... (12/9/2009 8:52:02 PM)
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~FR~
I, too, can relate. When I first met DB, I was a hot mess. I cried over how horrid I looked. He used to ask me what was so repulsive about me, in my eyes. I told Him I had kids, got fat, stayed fat. We were in His car, talking, and He reached over and grabbed my chubby roll, and said, "Is THIS what is bothering you? Are you serious?!! This skin (while still holding onto it, and I was still semi-hysterical) does NOT define you, [Red]!!!" I shrieked like I was being run over by a car when He did that. How the hell could He just reach over and touch "that?" I thought He had truly lost His mind. But what He said was correct. A roll of tummy fat did not define me unless I chose for it to do so. I got that tummy fat after carrying two beautiful children to term and then appreciating food more than I probably should. He was right when He told me that "that" didn't tell people that I was good at my job, that I went to a great college, that I was a loving mother, that I loved my friends, and that I had a big heart for those I loved. So... "that" didn't define me, unless I let it.
After much time, I began to see that He loved the full curves, round bottom, squishy belly, and big boobies that were parts of me. He is not physically attracted to women who are smaller than a size 16, and that is His choice. Luckily, I am still "safe." [;)] I used to think "No way anyone could find women who looked like me cute, hot, or any other positive adjective." Then, He took me to the club, where I saw men and women of all shapes, sizes, colors, in various states of dress and undress. The most awesome thing was that no one cared! Not a single person gawked, ogled, whispered, pointed, stared... nothing. It was as if we were walking in the park, smiling and waving at people we knew. I think that is where I first experienced my "freedom" and came to accept the body I have. I play naked all the time. There are several people who post on the boards who have seen me in my "all together" and have lived to see another day without diminished eyesight, to the best of my knowledge. I've seen several posters on here nekkie, too.
To me, and I know to lots of other people, it's not so much the package as it is the chemistry when people play. Two model types can play together and not have a spark between them even when one has a Zippo... that doesn't interest me at all. Give me a couple of "squishy" people who are hotter than July when they interact with one another, and I'm gonna be watching them. Eye candy does nothing for me if all it is, is sweet. Sugar will only hold you over so long, then you need some "real" food.
I take the steak and potatoes, please. [:)]
~ Red ~
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