Is My P***y Pretty?
I've always loved my body and have long time been a big fan of people loving themselves and being confident in that love of your body & self. Myself, in particular, I love and enjoy every extra curve, skin tone hues from top to bottom and yes, even my stretch marks, as far as I'm concerned are road maps to chocolate goodness. Even though we live in the day and age where it's easy to walk into a doctors office and order up a bigger ass, tits that sit up and a flat tummy, I've never thought of going that route. Not only because I can't afford it but also because I always get really nervous when I have to go 'under' for any type of surgery so for me, even if I could afford it, the thought of risking my life (you do risk your life every time you go into surgery...for real...don't believe me? Look it up then!) to let a doctor cut me up and change my body just so I can be what society now calls a perfect body is absolutely ridiculous. If anything, I'm loving my body, celebrating how it looks as is and my other half loves and enjoys every bit of it. Everything is perfect as far as he's concerned and that's how it should be.