My mother never had much of a problem with how I looked, other than that darn "no makeup until you are fourteen" rule which haunted me in junior high...because my friends, although they never cared how I looked, were all these little stick figure gurls, hardly any boobs, little everywhere, and it drove me crazy. It was like this all through high school, and even though I wasn't "fat" then and I am not "fat" now either, I was rather veloptuous in comparison. Even though I realized that I totally wasted the best years of my body in baggy basketball sweats! (Doh!)

I have learned since, that even though I am not the stick thin type, I am beautiful, and have assets to show off! I don't have to show off for all the men anymore, but I love being shown off by my fiancee, walking around on his arm in the Evil Push Up Bra and a low cut sweater.

Realizing that even though you arent a model, you can be beautiful, is a huge realization that EVERYONE, male - female - whatever should make. It does wonders.

WE ARE ALL BEAUTIFUL!

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"A hard on does not count as personal growth." - Unknown