I saw you hide behind your friends and take off your shirt when no one is watching. I saw. I didn’t look, but I saw you.
I saw you lower your head to brush your hair out of your face without taking your hands off your belly.
I saw you swallow nervously before getting up and walking into the water, showing your body to your friends. You covered yourself with your arms again, hiding your stretch marks, loose skin and cellulite.
I saw how worried you were when you couldn’t hide your body, how you slowly moved away from your friends again.
I don’t know if your insecurities were due to your friend standing next to you with her long hair blowing in the wind – just the wings missing from the Victoria’s Secret models. And at that time you were looking at the floor, delving into yourself, trying to find a place where you can hide from everyone. Push.
I would like to tell you a lot, dear girl in a green bathing suit, e a woman with children, I was there – on your towel.
I mean, I was on your towel and your friend’s towel. I was you and I was her. And now I’m neither, and e as you. If I could go back, I wouldn’t worry or brag. Now I would like to be on any towel.
I mean, I saw the book in your bag, and that your 16 year old belly will stop being so smooth sooner than you think.
I would like to say that you have a charming smile, and it is a pity that you are too busy trying to hide instead of smiling more often.
I would like to say that the body you are so embarrassed about is beautiful because it is young. What is there! It’s beautiful just because it’s alive. Because it carries what you are, and it will be yours, no matter what you do.
I would like to say that if you looked at yourself through the eyes of a 30-year-old woman with a ponytail, you would understand how much you deserve love, even your own
I would like to tell you this: trust me, trust me, trust me – you are beautiful the way gaydar opinie you are, beautiful in your imperfection.
Although, you know, I have a daughter. The one in the pink bathing suit that played in the water and covered herself with sand. Today, all she cares about is that the water is too cold.
Not surprisingly, hundreds of thousands of people sent this letter to each other. Time is running out and you can’t get it back. And we so often worry about trifles, when you just need to enjoy the moment, laugh, enjoy the sun, warm rain, snow – just the fact that we are still here, that there is still much we can do. Is not it?
I would like to say that the person who one day loves you will love you not because of the body, but will adore your body: every curve, every dimple, every line and mole
Summer, bright greenery, intoxicating aroma of flowers – and you want female attention so much that you are ready to give half your kingdom for the gentle touches of a charming stranger. But the sweltering heat and the absence of even a hint of a light breeze do their job. All the girls, leaving the office, rush at cruising speed to the house, where a cool shower and air conditioning await them. And here it’s not up to acquaintance, even with such a handsome man like you. The center of summer life is the numerous beaches of all the surrounding water bodies, where you can get a stunning tan, substituting your body, exhausted by daily sitting in the office, and splashing in cool water to your heart’s content.