To be loved for who you are, and what you have to offer naturally must be wonderful.
I'm naturally well-endowed, and I'm not sure what that gets besides jealousy when you're young, eyes upon you at any age whether tenderness is attached or not, and a propensity to hunch over so people don't stare. That's what I thought this evening at Baja Bud's with my vino and taco waiting for friend, as I stared at a blonde with big hoop earrings and big... who sported high heels, painted toe nails, and, at around 55 years old, maintained the look of a one-time-beauty.
Surely, a beauty is the most over-rated status symbol in our society, I thought. Or others. Look what it got Cleopatra. Or how about Juliet. To be born plain and ignored. Think of the possibilities. What you may become without interference. The possibilities are endless like a stream of boring wannabe lovers...
So why bother when you can develop unique skills and talents instead. And if someone comes along to say I love you, who actually does beyond the twinkle in your eye and his elevating hormones, and your curves whatever they may or may not be, then consider a pause in the river of your life. Is what I thought while looking at Miss 55 Something still sporting vestiges of her youth in a somewhat contrived stance that may have brought her pleasure and definitely brought you this post.
If it's not real, don't do it, love! are words that came to me this evening. Words had I listened when I was younger, I wondered where I'd be.
