Valentine's Day Blog

I know that I am a day late with this, the original blog that I had written for yesterday was so sappy that your eyes would have gotten a cavity from reading it. Of course I had written in the text box provided to me by blogger when the internet lost signal as soon as I had hit the publish button and everything I had written was lost. Then I ended up going out to dinner, coming home and getting shit-faced then sent out a series of drunken text messages. I also don’t know where my earring is (the industrial):
 If you want a summary of the original blog, here it is:

 I am single and I love Valentine’s Day. I love everyone. I love you! 

This stand in blog will be about love, the love that I have for my body. I realized this last night while celebrating V-Day with friends of mine. I observed girls dressed up, ready to show their love with their significant other through dinner, movie and maybe some ice cream. As I saw a lot of these girls, I couldn’t help but think that a lot of them don’t have curves. I’m not writing in this blog that says that skinny isn’t beautiful, it’s just that to me the best part of being a woman being able to show off a type of body that is jaw-dropping. A jaw-dropping body doesn’t just have great breasts but hips and ass too. 

I’ve been told that I am lucky that I have a pear shape body, by a gay man so you know it wasn’t just to get into my pants. My breasts may be small but they are mine. You want to know what us small breasted women say about the big-breasted females. That when their boobs have hit the floor, ours will still be pointing towards the sky. 

I may look like a skinny person but I have some weight to my body, this is shown when looking at my tummy. Instead of being flat, its round but I’m ok with that. My stomach links me to the other women in my mother’s family; we all have stomachs that seem to “stick out.” I love-love-love-love food, while I eat try to eat healthy- I refuse to go on one of those crazy diets to have a factory issued-magazine body. 

I adore my hips, I love the way I wear a pair of pants. I love the shape they give my body although they may not be the largest but for my body frame, they are big and round. My rear-end, I believe, makes up for my lack of breasts. A rear-end is a surprise, a gift to those who look hard enough. Why do some guys proclaim themselves as ass-men? Because female with a large chest can wear a low-cut shirt to show them off but to show off a great ass….one will have to wear the right type of shorts, skirt, or pants. A right pair will have to cling in the curvier places of the rump, hiding nothing…. Just showing off the good  

My legs have never disappointed me; they are lean, muscular and powerful. I love nothing more but to wear short dresses to show them off (for myself). The best part about it, they are natural- no exercise needed! These too are a gift from my mother’s family, her aunt…. At 60 years old can be found wearing short-shorts and heels, she has the legs of a 20 year old.  

I just don’t like all that jiggle.  :-)