LadyConstanze -> RE: Older and Larger Dommes (5/27/2009 6:54:55 AM)
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ORIGINAL: CatdeMedici You know these threads make Me go ballistic, its the: " I don't mind or I like bigger/older as the young, petitie, CUTE.." If I hate anything it is the word "cute" it's horrible, it diminishes women, it reeks of a doll, a toy, something that is ornamental but without power. As for not being a spring chicken anymore, I can't say I'm unhappy about it, the only thing that does annoy me is the fact that it simply requires much more effort and discipline to keep my body in shape. Sure when I was a teen or in my twenties I could walk into any bar and knew I could just have my pick of guys, but I wasn't happier, I was tortured by thinking I wasn't pretty enough, not thin enough, not the right shape, you name it, the older I got the less important it was to fulfill somebody elses ideal, or what the media tells us is the right look. I don't really miss the ability to pull any guy out there, because I simply don't fancy 99% of the guys out there, in that respect I don't really think I'm left on the sidelines because my expectations also have grown and I rather go for interesting than shallow handsome and I have trouble finding a guy interesting who's only interested in women as an arm piece he can show off. I actually find it rather liberating, not having to sort through the whole menue and wondering if they're really interested in me as a person (which of course they all claimed, and surprise surprise, some guys are liars) or if they're just going by looks and are guided by their small head. The only regret I have is that I didn't cherish my looks as a teenager, that I didn't believe in myself and never knew how good I actually looked. They say that youth is wasted on the young and in a way I do agree. Looking back now, some of the things make me laugh, trying to starve myself to death and trying to achieve the fashionable Kate Moss waif look by bandaging my boobs to make them "disappear" because it was so unfashionable to be curvy, taking pains to avoid the sun because the heroin chic required pale, pasty skin, denying myself my fave sports because I was afraid to appear too healthy and muscular... Blah, do I miss that? Not for all the tea in China! It's so damned liberating to do what you want, look how you want and to not give a toss!
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