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body and avoiding the sight of my body, and I did it for so many years that I’ve instituted a ritual. I do it whenever I’m going to go into a situation that would have caused me pain before.
I shucked my pants, shirt, bra and panties. By the way, that was my most enjoyable act after losing weight. I threw away my industrial strength bras and plain panties and bought some pretty ones. My favorite bra has some support underneath that makes my boobs lift up over the bra and wide set straps. It lets me wear dresses with a square neckline that drops down far enough to be interesting. I get some serious attention from men when I wear it.
I undressed with my eyes closed. I turned to the mirror and open them and burst out crying. I have looked so ugly for so long, I thought I’d never be able to look in the mirror at myself again. My body is beautiful, now. It’s sleek. No cellulite, no stretch marks or flab. Nothing hangs over. Perfect.
I was getting ready for a night out with an intriguing man named Andrei Vidnesceau. He was my...Well, I really didn’t know. We’d gone on five dates. He liked me. I knew he did. But he’d never told me how he felt. He was very conservative. His family in Romania was old money and proud of it. He’d never tried anything. He was the first significant man in my life after I changed from heavy to normal. I wasn’t desirable in any way before. Now, after I’d made what was supposed to be a breakthrough in my relationships with men I was disappointed and apprehensive because he didn’t make a concerted attack on my virtue. I knew I’d be flattered. I didn’t know how much I would let him do. It would certainly be enough to establish that we’d done something more than kissing.
I saw his scarf hanging in my closet. I held the silk to my nose and smelled the man I wanted to love. His scent went straight to my heart. It also stoked my internal fires which was welcome. I’d shut myself down because I honestly believed no man would ever desire me.
I finished dressing, and I looked good. I was wearing a lovely, black dress with a square, low-cut neckline and a definite waist. Yes, I wore my special bra and my breasts came up over the dress for a very soft, feminine feel.
The doorbell rang. I ran to answer it, feeling hopeful. I opened the door and Andrei rushed past me. He turned and slammed the door and locked all three locks. (This is New York. We always have more than one lock).
He turned to me and tried to calm down. I watched him do it. He liked to meet every situation with a calm attitude. This time, it was a struggle. I touched his arms, and he reached for me to hold my hand. He was panting. This was serious.
He said, “I have broken off with my family. They want me to give you up. I told them no. Unfortunately, I have two younger brothers who are quite physical. They wanted to lock me in the basement until I, as they put it, have rid myself of the Western bitch. I apologize for the language, dear heart. But it’s what they said,”
Sometimes a woman must act first and with significance. I put my arms around Andrei and held him close. I put his head next to mine and held it there with my hand. “I’m sorry. You had to go through that. I wish I could do something to make you feel better.”
He pushed away slightly. “There is. Now that I’m free of my family’s restrictions, I would like to feel your love first hand. Let me show you.” He picked me up and carried me to the sofa.
Nobody’s picked me up for two decades. It felt marvelous. I’m a little surprised that Andrei could do it. He’s normal sized; over six feet tall, muscular but not bulky. Picture Chris Pratt in “Jurassic World” or Bradley Cooper in “American Sniper”. He’s surprisingly thick and impressive in his upper body. And, he’s handsome. Every time I looked at him, I felt a little faint.
He sat on the sofa with me still in his arms. He had legs like hydraulic pistons. He didn’t quiver
I shucked my pants, shirt, bra and panties. By the way, that was my most enjoyable act after losing weight. I threw away my industrial strength bras and plain panties and bought some pretty ones. My favorite bra has some support underneath that makes my boobs lift up over the bra and wide set straps. It lets me wear dresses with a square neckline that drops down far enough to be interesting. I get some serious attention from men when I wear it.
I undressed with my eyes closed. I turned to the mirror and open them and burst out crying. I have looked so ugly for so long, I thought I’d never be able to look in the mirror at myself again. My body is beautiful, now. It’s sleek. No cellulite, no stretch marks or flab. Nothing hangs over. Perfect.
I was getting ready for a night out with an intriguing man named Andrei Vidnesceau. He was my...Well, I really didn’t know. We’d gone on five dates. He liked me. I knew he did. But he’d never told me how he felt. He was very conservative. His family in Romania was old money and proud of it. He’d never tried anything. He was the first significant man in my life after I changed from heavy to normal. I wasn’t desirable in any way before. Now, after I’d made what was supposed to be a breakthrough in my relationships with men I was disappointed and apprehensive because he didn’t make a concerted attack on my virtue. I knew I’d be flattered. I didn’t know how much I would let him do. It would certainly be enough to establish that we’d done something more than kissing.
I saw his scarf hanging in my closet. I held the silk to my nose and smelled the man I wanted to love. His scent went straight to my heart. It also stoked my internal fires which was welcome. I’d shut myself down because I honestly believed no man would ever desire me.
I finished dressing, and I looked good. I was wearing a lovely, black dress with a square, low-cut neckline and a definite waist. Yes, I wore my special bra and my breasts came up over the dress for a very soft, feminine feel.
The doorbell rang. I ran to answer it, feeling hopeful. I opened the door and Andrei rushed past me. He turned and slammed the door and locked all three locks. (This is New York. We always have more than one lock).
He turned to me and tried to calm down. I watched him do it. He liked to meet every situation with a calm attitude. This time, it was a struggle. I touched his arms, and he reached for me to hold my hand. He was panting. This was serious.
He said, “I have broken off with my family. They want me to give you up. I told them no. Unfortunately, I have two younger brothers who are quite physical. They wanted to lock me in the basement until I, as they put it, have rid myself of the Western bitch. I apologize for the language, dear heart. But it’s what they said,”
Sometimes a woman must act first and with significance. I put my arms around Andrei and held him close. I put his head next to mine and held it there with my hand. “I’m sorry. You had to go through that. I wish I could do something to make you feel better.”
He pushed away slightly. “There is. Now that I’m free of my family’s restrictions, I would like to feel your love first hand. Let me show you.” He picked me up and carried me to the sofa.
Nobody’s picked me up for two decades. It felt marvelous. I’m a little surprised that Andrei could do it. He’s normal sized; over six feet tall, muscular but not bulky. Picture Chris Pratt in “Jurassic World” or Bradley Cooper in “American Sniper”. He’s surprisingly thick and impressive in his upper body. And, he’s handsome. Every time I looked at him, I felt a little faint.
He sat on the sofa with me still in his arms. He had legs like hydraulic pistons. He didn’t quiver
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