BambiBoi
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Athena, Firstly, I'm not a woman and ergo I've never had a baby. But I do have body issues that I'm also self conscious about, or was. *deep breath* It's hard to share my faults with strangers, but here goes. I'm chubby. Actually, I'm fat. At 5'4'' (which makes me woefully short for a man), I'm at 170 pounds. I'm working on it, but I have a belly. I'm also balding. I cut my hair really short so its less noticeable until I'm bald enough on top to rock THE POWER DOUGHNUT. I have a kind of messed up big toenail that becomes ingrown when it gets long. I have a skin tag where the right leg meets the hip. My dermatologist said its no big deal, and it could be removed in a somewhat painful snip, but its there. And I'm very embarrassed by it. *blushes in shame* my umm... other hole.. has a scar from a fissure that I suffered. Interestingly, it had nothing to do with sex in anyway, you perverts. I have a calcium deposit right in the middle of my big tooth (the left major incisor, front and center of my mouth). I still get pimples from time to time, usually having 1 visible on any given day. I also have big aerioli, I think. The pink spots around the my nipples are about an inch wide, making them more in line with women of my height than men. Also, my back hair grows asymmetrically, favoring the left shoulder. To top it all off, if I grow facial hair, it comes out red, so I'm a closet ginger. My erect cock is six inches long, one inch thick - making me average at best. I tend to be the smallest my lovers have ever had. Yay. Why do I share all this with you? Because you asked what makes it so hard to stuff our egos back into the bag? It's because we compare our raw footage to everyone's highlights real. I'd like to shake you into reality so you can know how beautiful you really are, but just saying it won't work. Telling you to to magically realize that you're pretty will also have limited results. What might help is giving you context. Deep down, we're all crumpled toys. Because I've just put all that out there, I feel ugly and self conscious. But when I come out swinging with my strengths, I feel loved, likeable, and powerful. I don't approach life weaknesses first. I cover my weaknesses (by shaving them, clothing them, etc.) but that isn't enough for the mind. I OWN my weaknesses. I take the sting out of things. If I feel like I'm being judged for my height/weight proportions I'll slap my belly and say "oof, put down a big meal for a little guy, eh?" When the topic of penis size comes up I take comfort knowing I can buy a dildo the size of a horse willy, or scoff about how prudish she is for not realizing we can bring a big cock into the bedroom as a human dildo. But what really makes me OK with my weaknesses is not my ability to focus play toward my strengths and play off my weaknesses. My real strength is this: I compare my overall weaknesses (mainly aesthetic) to the overall weaknesses of others. So am I really that unappealing compared to the next guy? Who might be an Adonis, but is a womanizing, egotistical, manic depressive, serially divorced alcoholic? We are all crumpled toys covering our shame. You know the adage about public speaking, picture them naked? Don't. I learned this interviewing for jobs: Picture them at home. His wife hates him, he's guilty because he loves his son, but is inexplicably furious that his son is probably gay. He hates his wife and the sex is underwhelming, predictable, and short. She's cheating on him online, but he just doesn't care. The bills are always pretty close to the income, so nothing is saved, which makes him feel nervous about being able to retire. He knows that if nothing changes he'll have to work until he dies on the job. The pain he feels getting out of bed every day reminds him of his own mortality. He regrets in his life not doing so many big things... Why didn't he try being a chef... He loved cooking so much.... Suddenly the hiring board seems a lot more human and approachable. Thank you, Athena, for sharing your weak spots. But also our strengths. You have a husband who loves you. Friends who adore you. (Also you can bake, what is in that pink cupcake on your blog? I want that...) You're insightful and caring. I still sometimes silently nod my head when I think about how well you read me. (Most notably when you posted about how I feel pressure about performing when I service top). To achieve such wisdom at a young age is remarkable. I'm proud of you, think you're beautiful, and most importantly know that in the grand scheme, in reality (not compared to models in pornography) you rank pretty high in there. I'd fuck you. <3
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