Do you ever look at yourself in the mirror so long that your face just becomes a blur just a big blur nothing makes much sense you ever study so hard that you forget its like your mind shuts off my body isnt perfect i love my breast they are beautiful 38c's sometimes i think they are the best part of me so sensual so round is it strange that they make me feel proud to be a woman then again i hate the way they look in a tshirt men tend to stare at my lips and my eyes give them pleasure so im told i use to flaunt my assets when i was young i always got what i wanted from handsome men my husband is a goodlookin guy mexican and italian blue eyes dimples he fell for me fast he use to tell me i was perfect an angel he use to make me laugh its funny when you think things will last i look in the mirror sometimes for mins at a time it feels like hours i stare at my face some still claim im beautiful but what does that mean what does being pretty have to do with anything im just a blur a bunch of shapesBirth sign: Aries
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