BREASTS
http://zeroatthebone.wordpress.com/2009/08/07/they-are-mine-they-are-mine-they-are-mine/
a very long and kindof nice rant about having breasts and how people stare at them. I dont agree with everything this woman says, I've had different experiences, which I'd like to share.
I get stared at every single day. There is rarely a moment when I am in public, on the street, even biking somewhere when half, more then half of the available men look at me, sometimes slowing their cars, to get a better look.
I've gotten pretty used to it. Sometimes it even makes me happy. Usually it makes me frank.
I've come to expect it. That's a little weird. Because then on the off days where I'm wearing less flattering clothes I can tell by the public's approval.
I kindof ...like it. I feel more empowered rather then disempowered by this whole scenario where people, men and women, stare at attractive women. Isnt it kindof nice? You have their attention because you're beautiful. I guess it's a little demoralizing because you are worth so much more then what you look like, but you know sister, we're all animals. We're all flesh and blood and instincts and smell and feelings.
It's ok. It's not the best thing in life but it's not the worst either. It's just a fact of life that seems a little beneath us. Just like looking at commercials or advertisments. Just like pretending that the garbage we throw away actually goes somewhere and disappears. Just like being freaked out by insects.
So go ahead. Look. I'm not going to let you make me feel bad about being beautiful.
a very long and kindof nice rant about having breasts and how people stare at them. I dont agree with everything this woman says, I've had different experiences, which I'd like to share.
I get stared at every single day. There is rarely a moment when I am in public, on the street, even biking somewhere when half, more then half of the available men look at me, sometimes slowing their cars, to get a better look.
I've gotten pretty used to it. Sometimes it even makes me happy. Usually it makes me frank.
I've come to expect it. That's a little weird. Because then on the off days where I'm wearing less flattering clothes I can tell by the public's approval.
I kindof ...like it. I feel more empowered rather then disempowered by this whole scenario where people, men and women, stare at attractive women. Isnt it kindof nice? You have their attention because you're beautiful. I guess it's a little demoralizing because you are worth so much more then what you look like, but you know sister, we're all animals. We're all flesh and blood and instincts and smell and feelings.
It's ok. It's not the best thing in life but it's not the worst either. It's just a fact of life that seems a little beneath us. Just like looking at commercials or advertisments. Just like pretending that the garbage we throw away actually goes somewhere and disappears. Just like being freaked out by insects.
So go ahead. Look. I'm not going to let you make me feel bad about being beautiful.