Can I hide Please??

I feel like hiding
I have heard so many things
I feel like hiding

I have been called ugly, by my mom and relatives; because I am mixed. I have been called less then a prostitute because I wouldn't fuck him after i divorced him. I have been told I am not to be taken seriously, by someone who had the highest chance with me. I am always called fat it has become part of my identity. Not to mention when I look in the mirrors, that I try so hard to avoid; I see everything they said is true about me.

I am 5’ 4

My hands are small so are my feet

My legs are long, thick and smooth

My hips are round and soft

My ass is not huge but it’s definitely not small

My female core is smooth, clean and tight

My breast are very large 42-DDD with rose brown large centers that perk out and greet

My face is round, full lips with a natural redness

My complexion is a creamy white with a touch of olive

My eyes are hazel green, they change colors from blue to golden rust

My hair is shoulder length thick medium brown and curly

Have you ever dreamed of someone like me

Honestly, honestly, honesty please
How do I know your desires really fall onto me?
honesty, honesty, honestly please

Men look for the skinny girl they deny it, but it is true…it’s true
I listened to you, every word runs round and round inside my head
I heard what you said, I remember it so clearly, like a maddening dread…it echoes in cold laughter deep into my head
how can I be ok, how can I not think
how can I not feel ashamed… of my body

She is 5’ 6

Larger hands and feet

Long legs rough knees

Firm slim hips, with a waist that connects with out a change

Her ass is small almost flat

Her inner core more like an un-gripping elastic plastic wrap

Her breast a 34- B with a matching color scheme, and nothing much for welcoming

Her face more squared out, to give her that touch of persuaded look of dignity

Flat thin lips pale like her personality

A complexion white with blotches of red bumps and scares from shaving

Blue eyes that stay the same, and don't do much in the world of changing

Long thin blond hair, so you can see her scalp; it gets even thinner with aging


I know your type, I know your type, its the same type… all men dream
tell me, tell me, tell me

How can I find the man who, has always dreamed of a woman like me

He is the man, that deserves to be treated like a king