I can wear zero make up, and with a daring move step out nude on a city sidewalk. Far fetched I know, if not for probable arrest I would do it.
At 55 years old I look fantastic. I look like I’ve lived. Loved and lost.
My tummy sags from two beautiful children that love me.
My arms sag because I used to have big muscles that atrophied with survival instead of gym time. My legs and shoulders bear the traits of an athlete. My tits, well I haven’t seen a whole lot better natural Double D cups in all the porn industry. Women often set some saline packets under the lower breast and those cougars probably have me beat. But mine are love and comfort with nipples saying I’ll feed you my love, just pull me close, secure me and tell me everything is okay. My ass is slight allowing quick movement and easy access to my secret place. The place where all my dreams are made. And all my dreams are shattered. My feet my hands are those of a woman who has never been afraid of hard work. Always going the extra mile to provide for those she loves. Except when those she loves don’t return the passion, the fire or the commitment to the union. I love fully and fiercely. I expect the same. Life is complicated. Love is everything. My Soul Mate is here. Please God keep him here. Let my flaws make me beautiful, to him. Give me softness, patience and peace. To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.
Learning to love me 