Thanks to Connie for sending me this picture of the HOTTEST CHICK ON THE PLANET. She kinda look like me tho, huh. Actually, she HELLA look like me. Just prettier. And with an amazing rack.
I mean, look at them. They’re spilling over her bikini top. I think the left one just winked at me. No, it for sure winked at me.
I spent the entire day oogling at my twin jealous as fuck. I’ve always had a fascination with boobs due to my non-existant chest and hers are just soooooo in your face. It made me wonder how people don’t mistake me for a boy sometimes.
It’s always been one of my goals to one day, spend $6000 of my extra money and buy myself a pair of absolutely perfect silicone breasts. Not because a man has told me to (although one of my ex boyfriends DID comment on how small they were and killed my ego for the next 2 years) but because it was something that I wanted. Me. Why? I couldn’t tell you.
How my body image has gotten so twisted that not even my abundance of ass (and hips and thighs) can make up for my lack of tets is beyond me. So, this New Year’s one of my resolutions is to own my body image.
I am not perfect, but I am beautiful. I am not perfect, but I am beautiful. I AM NOT PERFECT, BUT I AM BEAUTIFUL.
If I say it enough times, I might just believe myself.