Basically, I just try to have a good time. I mean, be light and silly and sexy and honest, and open. I am having so much more of a good time, in bed and out, in my 30's
Honestly. How did it take me so long to figure this out? That whole happy and sexy and honest thing is miraculous. I was flummoxed when I figured it out. I still forget it for moments at a time because body-image demons are a bitch, but usually not for long.
it FEELS fucking great!
It should be a mantra. And not just about your ass, either.
wrod. But it's one of those annoying things that you have to have an epiphany about. It's experiential.
...and NO GUY CARES.
It's true. Women please take note.
Yep. They're all "Naked girl! Smells good! Feels pretty! Oh, my god, she's letting me TOUCH her! I'm a rock star!"
They're all "Naked girl! Smells good! Feels pretty! Oh, my god, she's letting me TOUCH her! I'm a rock star!"
Let Xander's observation, "I'm 17. Linoleum makes me hot" be extrapolated outward.
Though it must be noted that Erin's just naturally sexy.
Thanks, babe! *kisses*
But I am duly embellished, yo.
What's even MORE fun about Cipro? Waking up at 1:30 to barf. Woot.
On the plus side, I'm watching a rerun of the Colbert Report. AND, thanks to a shower and 4 ibuprofen, my back doesn't hurt AT ALL. So I'm all with the barfing, but my back sure doesn't hurt!
Basically, I just try to have a good time. I mean, be light and silly and sexy and honest, and open. I am having so much more of a good time, in bed and out, in my 30's
Honestly. How did it take me so long to figure this out? That whole happy and sexy and honest thing is miraculous. I was flummoxed when I figured it out. I still forget it for moments at a time because body-image demons are a bitch, but usually not for long.
I have yet to figure this out, sadly. I mean, I get it right now, but I'm not naked with a boy right now, either. When I'm naked with a boy, I can't get past the idea that my stomach is going to make him barf.
But I am duly embellished, yo.
This is bad time to think of the Bedazzled commercials. Though they would be damn sparkly...
Oh! I have a Buffy the Backside Slayer to buff my dull skin away. I love how they leave you buffed and buttery soft.
SonofaBITCH inside right knee is wickedly black and blue. Do I know why? Nope... But it hurts. And makes me cranky.
Fun and happy and glad to just be naked is one thing. Trying to play off massive bruising as no big deal is a whole 'nother thing entirely.
Bad Cipro! Kill the bugs and leave the Tep tum alone!
Basically, I just try to have a good time. I mean, be light and silly and sexy and honest, and open. I am having so much more of a good time, in bed and out, in my 30's because I am trying to please myself as well as the guy I'm with.
Le word. (BTW, Hec? Your comment about my recovery going past "rebound" and into "Superball fired in a squash court" territory may be extrapolated outward, as well. Or bedward. As it were.)