Naked

While standing in front of a mirror this morning, I took a good look at myself. I saw a splash of grey hair, a few laughter lines, glowing skin, a warm smile and a curvaceous body. I saw me, long gone is the teeny weeny waist and slim frame, this is me for now.

Recently I found out that I am technically “obese” and for a while I have been fighting against it. I love my curves, I love my body, some have spoken negatively about my size.  Yet, I have had my fair share of love and affection whilst being a full figured woman.

So I’ll make a few tweaks here and there and be healthier, but I am not trying to be a size zero.

Most men have made it clear that they prefer to have something to hold, instead of sharing their bed with a bag of bones!!

I guess I could look at it another way, if I lose some of the weight and tone up this will improve my health.

A lover of mine used to sit and watch me while I lay naked on his bed masturbating, he liked the fullness of my breasts, thighs and arse. He said that my skin was soft and silky and that I was sensual.

We were in love with each other and life, we talked about everything and in so many ways he was my lover and a friend too.

Having had that special connection with him I believed that I could have that with other men, frequently my relationships were the same but none quite like this.

You see I was able to be free, to be naked, stripped bare of all falsehoods, masks, secrets and lies. I was my true self and that is something I yearn for in relationships, truth.

I used to psyche myself before removing my clothes in front of a lover, my mind racing with “What if”. Then I just got still and stepped out of my place of fear, I became sexually confident.