I could be told over and over that I'm attractive but at the end of the day until you start believing it yourself, no matter what anyone else says, you just aren't going to believe them.
How could anyone find me, my bod, this face, those freckles, my blue eyes....attractive? How could they when there is so much better out there? Just walk down the street a little further, cast your eye down the bar a little past me, look in the next aisle at the supermarket and you will find one, three, a million femme fatales better looking, more attractive than myself.
I am nothing special, far from it, I am just me. My ample bosom, the soft curve of my hips, my rounded thighs, the soft squishy flesh of my tummy an instant turn off to all but a very mere few and even then....maybe they are just being nice, polite? How could one find it attractive, lustful - when toned tummies, smooth thin uncellulited thighs, firm hips are so much more?
My personality lies deep within, my true self not easily shown, hidden usually beneath a sarcastic layer that is only too happy to trade smart arse comments with you.....it is a persistent and special person who manages to get beyond that layer and see the real me, most just give up....I mean why would anyone bother to put time and effort into discovering the real me....I'm just me, nothing special.
My friendship must be earned but once you have it, you have it for life. Unfortunately even though I consider myself a great friend and would lay my life down for my mates....I am rarely rewarded with mates who would do the same for me, most of them barely act like mates....
Sometimes the hardest thing to do is to turn the mirror on yourself and have a hard long look at who you are.....yet I do this regularly, maybe too often...for all the rambling above, is how I see myself....the honest, no holds barred critic of myself....
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