Many years passed before I understood a simple truth: I am who I am. And my curves aren't a death sentence or a challenge to society; they're simply a part of me. A part that I've finally learned to love. You know what the funniest thing about male attention is? When I stopped hiding, it became completely different. Before, some weird guys would glance at me and make dirty jokes. But when I accepted myself, bought a dress that accentuates my waist and doesn't hide what nature gave me, I realized it's not about your shape, but how you wear it. More precisely, how confident you are in it.
I'm not perfect. I have stretch marks on my thighs, my breasts are a bit heavy, and I can't afford underwire swimsuits. I'll never look like a fragile reed. But how gorgeous dresses with low necklines look on me! How flattering my butt looks in high-waisted jeans! And how damn sexy I feel when I allow myself to be real.
So yes, I am who I am. With a full bust and a big butt. And you know what? I like it. I'm sexy, I'm attractive, and I'm damn good in my body.