Everyone has rolls when they bend over. Everyone. Lets just get this out of the way right off the bat. In the last few months, I’ve had over 30 women ranging from rail thin to extra large naked in my bed and I would routinely ask them to hug their knees. You wont believe this… ALL OF THEM HAD TUMMY ROLLS. Not one was exempt. Even my super fabulous professional model 6 foot tall and some amazing Katie had rolls. The stomach pictures turned into some of my favorite images from the project… so quit thinking they’re bad, and try accepting (dare I say embracing?) yours!
When people say “you’re gorgeous”, believe them. I tend not to, and it’s a cryin’ shame. When people genuinely compliment you, it’s because they really see it. Try to not dismiss their perspective as wrong and assume that you know better. They see all of you. We see our flaws. Believe them.
"Arm flab is embarrassing." No its not, go fuck yourself. No, not you. The people who tell us that, silly.
You’re not stunning despite your body. You’re stunning because of your body. There is a distinct difference. I grew up in a culture that would deem “unattractive” women as “special spirits”. A degrading categorization that implied that the only thing worthwhile was whatever was inside. Well, yeah. We are all much much more than our bodies, but our bodies are a beautiful part of us too. Beauty comes from the inside AND the outside. I am of the firm belief that every person is beautiful, and so this leaves the inside to be the part that is the most telling when it comes to true “beauty”.
A guy can pick you up off your feet, and it won’t break his back. "Wait, whaaaaaa Jes? You’re full of shit." Nope. This just happened to me for the first time in… six years? I’m considerably heavier than I was 6 years ago (like… 70 pounds heavier) and so when I ran up to my friend Eric for a hug and he picked me up with my heels in the air… it left me breathless. I had forgotten that it was possible; I had accepted a life void of being lifted. So exhilarating. Eric didn’t suffer any injuries and walked away unscathed.
The best part about being with a bad boy is the element of danger and surprise. Does he really like me? Where are we going? What is he thinking? You’re always afraid to ask a bad boy how he feels because the answer is probably something really heartbreakingly nonchalant like, “About what?”. But it’s whatever because us girls convince ourselves that we’re just in it for the sex and good times anyway so, there will be no tears shed. Ha! But this isn’t about us or them. It’s about the guys on the side lines—the guys whose feelings are no mystery, the guys who tell you you’re pretty and obsess about the smell of your hair—the good guys.
Women always get such a bad wrap for rejecting such good options over men that will break our hearts, but it’s not because we’re gluttons for punishment. Look, there’s two types of good guys: the good guys that aren’t ready for relationships and the good guys that want relationships real bad. Too bad. The latter are our best bet in the world of dating but they always seem to lose out one way or the other. Here are a few tips for the good guys who are actually out here trying to win.
1. Don’t act like any one woman is your ultimate goal in life.
There is definitely something about a man who looks at you like you’re the most beautiful woman in the room but if you’ve already given that look, don’t give her anything else. Compliment one feature if necessary but never every limb in a list form. Don’t compliment the dress or outfit, ever. Attractive women get hit on in sweatpants. We know you don’t really care about the dress. If you ask her on a date, don’t hang on every word of her reply and continue pitching the idea like a salesman. Dating is about selling yourself but don’t sell yourself short. She should know that if she declines your offer, you will walk away unfazed. That knowledge will either bother her or it won’t. If it does, you’ve won.
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“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it. I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her. I had never seen anything like it before.” - Amy Greene, wife of Marilyn’s personal photographer Milton Greene