Damn inspiration can come from strange places....
I don't know wether to be offended or flattered by my sister's comment that i have "a guys image of perfecttion for a body" meaning thin and shaped with a sweetness, but damn if thats all that she sees in me and she only sees herself as the brains.. damn
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The Perfect man would be a study in contracdictions... Tall, Handsome, emotionally fragile yet like a rock for me in a storm. Someone forceful (in the best of ways) yet gentle enough to hold our child and smile and let her go (when need be) and cry.
The Perfect body for me wouldn't be 5'10, 110 lbs, with the national average C cup... it would be an athletic toned body about 154 lbs with calves to kill and my chest sitting atop it like a monument to my womanhood.
The Perfect family to me would not be 2.5 kids, that look like a perfect blend of their father & I... my perfect family would be many children that look different because of the many nationalities in our combined family, but with slight similarities between them (maybe two would have the same color eyes... maybe one of those two would have the same mannerisms as a third child, who knows?) that would identify them forever as family...
The Perfect Marriage wouldn't be "We both give 50% and do our share of chores" in 50 years, it would be "I love him and he loves me. We've hated each other with as much passion as we've loved, work through the good times and the bad and that's why we're here... celebrating our 50th wedding anniversary with our children, grandchildren and their families"
Society's supposed ideal has never been explained to me so I don't know what it really is... I just know that if it's what everyone else wants, it's not good enough for me.
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