It's crimson crush. It goes on nice and smooth and promises to stay. Her lips match her fingers and toes, bra, panties, and purse. She looks in the mirror and takes a spin. Her small body has not a trace of fat, but she is still worried about how her but looks in her panties. She looks at her A cup chest and wishes they were Cs. "He's gonna think they're too small", she says to herself. Her hair is perfectly straight and shiny, she twirls a few strands around her finger and practices her seductive look in the mirror. You know the look that all the women on TV give to guys right before they cut to a scene of them stumbling into an apartment unable to keep their hands off of each other until they reached inside. She thinks she has it down. Time for the dress, it's perfect. It's like a second skin. When she tried it on for her mom she pulled it down as far as it could go so that it was an inch past her finger tips. Now it was at its intended length about an inch above her wrist. She does her final check, puts a little more stuffing in her bra, smiles to make sure there is no lipstick on her teeth, glares at her braces and decides there's nothing she can do about it now; she's ready now.
She has done fairly well making the transition from middle school to high school. It took her no time to realize that although academically she was well ahead of the rest of the freshman class she wouldn't be getting dates because her brains and personality. This was her first date ever, he is a sophomore in one of her mixed grade classes; he's perfect, smart, funny and good looking in that awkward sort of way. She decided to put away her brain and bring out the boobs tonight. Because that's what he wanted, right? She decided to set her self worth at the value of her body instead of the many other things that were absolutely incredible about her.
She's not alone in this, this same dilemma has become just apart of growing up in the current day and age. When did the switch happen that changed from wishing people thought you were funny or interesting to hoping that they think your ass looks good in that dress? Each and every woman is made of many so many interesting little details that combine to make one complex and amazing person. Why do we let others whittle us down to merely a nice pair of breasts, a butt and a wet hole? It's sad that we have accepted what male controlled media have told us that we are. We've let male designers dress us as whores and have done nothing to rebel. We don't have to be that way, it isn't necessary.We can change this. We can do better, because we deserve better.
She has done fairly well making the transition from middle school to high school. It took her no time to realize that although academically she was well ahead of the rest of the freshman class she wouldn't be getting dates because her brains and personality. This was her first date ever, he is a sophomore in one of her mixed grade classes; he's perfect, smart, funny and good looking in that awkward sort of way. She decided to put away her brain and bring out the boobs tonight. Because that's what he wanted, right? She decided to set her self worth at the value of her body instead of the many other things that were absolutely incredible about her.
She's not alone in this, this same dilemma has become just apart of growing up in the current day and age. When did the switch happen that changed from wishing people thought you were funny or interesting to hoping that they think your ass looks good in that dress? Each and every woman is made of many so many interesting little details that combine to make one complex and amazing person. Why do we let others whittle us down to merely a nice pair of breasts, a butt and a wet hole? It's sad that we have accepted what male controlled media have told us that we are. We've let male designers dress us as whores and have done nothing to rebel. We don't have to be that way, it isn't necessary.We can change this. We can do better, because we deserve better.
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