some things you can't cover up with lipstick & powder
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my ex love once told me that i was the the most perfectly beautiful woman that had ever existed.
then he came.
after which he remained as adoring a partner in general, but i noted he had somewhat amended his description when he sent me a postcard from the louvre in paris which stated that "no masterpiece here has the bland hope of arousing in me the passions that your perfectly-imperfect face can".
it is most fortunate for me that i perceive this as the compliment that it plainly is.
i, dear reader, am not perfect !
*gasp*
(in fact just this morning my "boob-tube" top fell off as i was hanging the clothes on the line. i think the idea being that boob-tubes are supposed to be FULL of , err, boobs was something i may have overlooked).
not only am i flawed, i have the nerve to accept my flaws and insist that others do too !. can you imagine ?.
my poor husband has to live with a woman who dyes her hair "shades of pizza" (his words) and who is paler than most dead people !.
to add insult to injury, i am also several years older than him. and it shows !!!!.
women in such circumstances can become overcome with the urge to mount a most vigorous "anti-aging campaign" !!!. this generally takes the form of expensive potions that claim to defy physics and enter the organ (skin) which was designed to repel such things !!!. ...miracle creams indeed, those
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unsurprisingly, i have not fallen victim to such "renovation" efforts.
i am too cranky and tired to bother, and frankly, i doubt my husband would notice or even care unless he spotted the resultant bank account black-hole ...
... and by this, i am lucky enough to understand that he loves me "just the way i am".
(any doubts about my ageing he may have had were soon quashed after his viewing of ooooold photographs of the spiral-permed, fake-tanned, toweled-on-make-up, stiletto-wearing 19yo horror that was to ahem, mature, into his pale and unpainted wife of today).
he thinks i look much better now.
and although i admit it would be difficult to look worse without real effort, it does send a very important message to women whose idea of being "sexy" is to leave the lights off during sex in case "he" sees your "insert-flaw-here" ...
the effort you put into controlling his "perfect" perception of you is wasting a lot of energy on something that can only ultimately harm you.
if you're not a perfect woman, i suggest you plainly say so. leave those lights on !. have sex first thing in the morning !. let him see you. all of you. naked in every way. show him what it is you're "hiding" ... your thighs, your wobbly butt, your "imperfect" skin ... whatever it is.
and if he loves you, then chances are you'll find out he already knows it all, anyway. sees it all, anyway. and already loves it all, anyway.
which begs the question ... if he can love you for it ... why can't you ?
then he came.
after which he remained as adoring a partner in general, but i noted he had somewhat amended his description when he sent me a postcard from the louvre in paris which stated that "no masterpiece here has the bland hope of arousing in me the passions that your perfectly-imperfect face can".
it is most fortunate for me that i perceive this as the compliment that it plainly is.
i, dear reader, am not perfect !
*gasp*
(in fact just this morning my "boob-tube" top fell off as i was hanging the clothes on the line. i think the idea being that boob-tubes are supposed to be FULL of , err, boobs was something i may have overlooked).
not only am i flawed, i have the nerve to accept my flaws and insist that others do too !. can you imagine ?.
my poor husband has to live with a woman who dyes her hair "shades of pizza" (his words) and who is paler than most dead people !.
to add insult to injury, i am also several years older than him. and it shows !!!!.
women in such circumstances can become overcome with the urge to mount a most vigorous "anti-aging campaign" !!!. this generally takes the form of expensive potions that claim to defy physics and enter the organ (skin) which was designed to repel such things !!!. ...miracle creams indeed, those
.unsurprisingly, i have not fallen victim to such "renovation" efforts.
i am too cranky and tired to bother, and frankly, i doubt my husband would notice or even care unless he spotted the resultant bank account black-hole ...
... and by this, i am lucky enough to understand that he loves me "just the way i am".
(any doubts about my ageing he may have had were soon quashed after his viewing of ooooold photographs of the spiral-permed, fake-tanned, toweled-on-make-up, stiletto-wearing 19yo horror that was to ahem, mature, into his pale and unpainted wife of today).
he thinks i look much better now.
and although i admit it would be difficult to look worse without real effort, it does send a very important message to women whose idea of being "sexy" is to leave the lights off during sex in case "he" sees your "insert-flaw-here" ...
the effort you put into controlling his "perfect" perception of you is wasting a lot of energy on something that can only ultimately harm you.
if you're not a perfect woman, i suggest you plainly say so. leave those lights on !. have sex first thing in the morning !. let him see you. all of you. naked in every way. show him what it is you're "hiding" ... your thighs, your wobbly butt, your "imperfect" skin ... whatever it is.
and if he loves you, then chances are you'll find out he already knows it all, anyway. sees it all, anyway. and already loves it all, anyway.
which begs the question ... if he can love you for it ... why can't you ?
,this is just wonderful! I'm 43 and feel like I'm finally accepting being in this body I was given. The boob tube thing reminded me of being 15, at the fair in a bumper car, wearing one. Every time someone hit me, down it came a little more. The guy that ran it got in a car and came out to tell me!
