It's a gorgeous Monday here in Los Angeles. It almost makes you forget that it's the start of the week. I've been checking the page views and I see we're over 1300, fantastic and thanks for your support. As always, I'll keep writing if you keep reading. I really do appreciate the support.
So recently I confessed to the bf that I sleep in the nude. He was really supportive and intrigued. Of course, he's already seen me without my clothes and thinks I have a great figure. It's gratifying to hear that kind of acknowledgment from some one else. Sure, you might think, he has to say that because he's the bf. Some how I don't think he's just saying it because he has to. Others have noticed my figure, albeit clothed figure, and have paid me compliments. I still feel a little self conscious about because I feel that there's so much more to me than just a pretty face. I don't really solicit compliments, at least not on my appearance. I just dress and groom myself the way I always do. If some one likes what they see, great. I'd rather people know for my work, i.e. my blog historicpca.blogspot.com, than how I look or dress. Sometimes I think to myself, "what if I stopped looking after myself?" You know gained weight, not wear make up, or put myself together, would anyone notice? Maybe?
I guess I've always wanted to be one of the pretty girls since junior high school. I'd see all these teenage "birds of paradise" and want to be one of them. Wear the cool clothes, make up, hair, be pretty and popular. I think that's every teenage girl's dream. I guess now that I'm older, I can appreciate how I look. Part of it is knowing what looks good on me and what I like. Experimenting can be fun. Essentially, I like my outward appearance now than when I was a teen. This must be a real sign of maturity.
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