19-11-2013, 11:17 AM
Oh my.
Uhm. Hm. Well. This discussion is a real doozey, eh?
I think that sometimes, the excitement to be encouraging and reassuring can result in, uh, there being a loss in translation from the mental to the written. Eh? Pshew. Wow. Oops!.
Anyway. The world is truly made of all kinds. People attracted to legs, bottoms, tops, love-handles, curly hair, teeth, swagger. We know it. You know it. I know it. I don't personally take some huge pride parade in what I am attracted to, because I appreciate that people are attracted to different things. People tell me I am attractive and now I can say thank you, even if I am not pretty like some others (or even me) would find obviously attractive. I have a sister, that was I used to consider the "pretty sister" among the three girls in my family. What does that even mean?! Hahaha. Folks, just say "Thank you!" We are not clones! Pretty comes in a variety. Pretty is a rainbow! Does the whole world have only one favorite color?
Ah, NBE. I like the idea of NBE like I like the idea of using a shampoo that would add shininess to my hair or using cute fingernail polish. I use "self-improvement" media, too.
The world is a rainbow. Variety is the spice of life. It's sad in a way that people can label themselves or have pride in being a "thisbodypartonly-person." Seriously? Hm. It would be like driving a car tunnel-visioned with lack peripheral vision or consideration for what's outside of the lines. Of course it's amazing what is in this world. We appreciate it! Do you like chocolate or vanilla better? Gotcha! I am thinking... I really like lemon :} But good grief, since raspberry is great too, I'm not gonna go on about lemon, get sucked down into a hole so much that I miss the chance to have a gourmet raspberry tart.
Modern society is teaching people more about being shallow and less about empathy to the point where people, including myself I'm sure, can barely encourage each other without actually seeming insulting or shallow. It is such that I wonder if people really mean well at all sometimes. And our prime victims, with a little help from our friends, are ourselves. How do we talk to ourselves?
Sometimes, I put on a great pair of shoes, I just feel grand. I don't stand around and say, "These are great, but..." I admire my eyelashes growing because i started putting oil on them, I just appreciate them for a moment, I don't automatically go to the "But..."
I think I understand a little why most of us are here. To "enhance" and or learn. One day, there may be a whole bunch of people, all "perfect." I am glad to be me and not a clone. In a world with just D cups everywhere?! Sameness and uniformity cause complaints too.
Lots of shapes on here. Gosh. It's like a landing pad of beauty! There are days when I am not breathlessly impressed with what I see in the mirror and other times, I am like, "Woa! Gosh I am so pretty today! What happened?!" It even startles me. Everyone's journey is different. But to be sad, forlorn, negative-- does it work? Does it make things better? I haven't seen it or heard about it doing that. I know younger people as well as friends in their 60s and older. With the negative people-- I finally started taking a survey, like "How is that working for you after 60 years?" So far, it doesn't seem to have worked for anyone. The people with an attitude of gratitude (it starts with even the smallest things and makes various aspects (and maybe body parts ;} of life grow) and a thoughtful positive outlook (not cluelessness) are always more attractive! Always!
I know people in all the cup sizes, the macho goodlookers, the "successful" people, the well-off. No material things make people happier or make relationships unbreakable or leave people satisfied at the end of life. People don't die regretting their cupsize with huge importance. Lol Have you noticed that in the threads on this site, many people have achieved serious growth, have perky boobs, some even before they joined this forum, and yet they are still unhappy and dissatisfied? Why would people with our ideal boobs still be unhappy? A lady I know, past 50 years old, has always been smart, attractive physically, had enough money, and has some of our fellow nbers "perfect" boobs. She is a miserable woman.
Companionship is okay, nice, great. But can we really "be" with someone if they or us are off in a separate little world of boob-induced fear or boob-induced obsession? I am not here to pressure my boobs or beat them into submission or frown at them and expect them to do my bidding. There are boob bullies in the world-- and among us. But it is my life, so I'll dress them up real purty-like-- as friends. Your boobs and my boobs are wonderful , magical creatures. I honor your wonderful boobs. I love boobs! I am here to decorate my boobs, if you will. I am thankful for their good health, glad to cheer them on and cheer them up. How about you? Would you bully my boobs if they didn't fit a certain bill? Usually, getting an A is a good thing. Let's remember this. And how unique and awesome is it that getting a C, in this case, is a good thing too?
Uhm. Hm. Well. This discussion is a real doozey, eh?
I think that sometimes, the excitement to be encouraging and reassuring can result in, uh, there being a loss in translation from the mental to the written. Eh? Pshew. Wow. Oops!.
Anyway. The world is truly made of all kinds. People attracted to legs, bottoms, tops, love-handles, curly hair, teeth, swagger. We know it. You know it. I know it. I don't personally take some huge pride parade in what I am attracted to, because I appreciate that people are attracted to different things. People tell me I am attractive and now I can say thank you, even if I am not pretty like some others (or even me) would find obviously attractive. I have a sister, that was I used to consider the "pretty sister" among the three girls in my family. What does that even mean?! Hahaha. Folks, just say "Thank you!" We are not clones! Pretty comes in a variety. Pretty is a rainbow! Does the whole world have only one favorite color?
Ah, NBE. I like the idea of NBE like I like the idea of using a shampoo that would add shininess to my hair or using cute fingernail polish. I use "self-improvement" media, too.
The world is a rainbow. Variety is the spice of life. It's sad in a way that people can label themselves or have pride in being a "thisbodypartonly-person." Seriously? Hm. It would be like driving a car tunnel-visioned with lack peripheral vision or consideration for what's outside of the lines. Of course it's amazing what is in this world. We appreciate it! Do you like chocolate or vanilla better? Gotcha! I am thinking... I really like lemon :} But good grief, since raspberry is great too, I'm not gonna go on about lemon, get sucked down into a hole so much that I miss the chance to have a gourmet raspberry tart.
Modern society is teaching people more about being shallow and less about empathy to the point where people, including myself I'm sure, can barely encourage each other without actually seeming insulting or shallow. It is such that I wonder if people really mean well at all sometimes. And our prime victims, with a little help from our friends, are ourselves. How do we talk to ourselves?
Sometimes, I put on a great pair of shoes, I just feel grand. I don't stand around and say, "These are great, but..." I admire my eyelashes growing because i started putting oil on them, I just appreciate them for a moment, I don't automatically go to the "But..."
I think I understand a little why most of us are here. To "enhance" and or learn. One day, there may be a whole bunch of people, all "perfect." I am glad to be me and not a clone. In a world with just D cups everywhere?! Sameness and uniformity cause complaints too.
Lots of shapes on here. Gosh. It's like a landing pad of beauty! There are days when I am not breathlessly impressed with what I see in the mirror and other times, I am like, "Woa! Gosh I am so pretty today! What happened?!" It even startles me. Everyone's journey is different. But to be sad, forlorn, negative-- does it work? Does it make things better? I haven't seen it or heard about it doing that. I know younger people as well as friends in their 60s and older. With the negative people-- I finally started taking a survey, like "How is that working for you after 60 years?" So far, it doesn't seem to have worked for anyone. The people with an attitude of gratitude (it starts with even the smallest things and makes various aspects (and maybe body parts ;} of life grow) and a thoughtful positive outlook (not cluelessness) are always more attractive! Always!
I know people in all the cup sizes, the macho goodlookers, the "successful" people, the well-off. No material things make people happier or make relationships unbreakable or leave people satisfied at the end of life. People don't die regretting their cupsize with huge importance. Lol Have you noticed that in the threads on this site, many people have achieved serious growth, have perky boobs, some even before they joined this forum, and yet they are still unhappy and dissatisfied? Why would people with our ideal boobs still be unhappy? A lady I know, past 50 years old, has always been smart, attractive physically, had enough money, and has some of our fellow nbers "perfect" boobs. She is a miserable woman.
Companionship is okay, nice, great. But can we really "be" with someone if they or us are off in a separate little world of boob-induced fear or boob-induced obsession? I am not here to pressure my boobs or beat them into submission or frown at them and expect them to do my bidding. There are boob bullies in the world-- and among us. But it is my life, so I'll dress them up real purty-like-- as friends. Your boobs and my boobs are wonderful , magical creatures. I honor your wonderful boobs. I love boobs! I am here to decorate my boobs, if you will. I am thankful for their good health, glad to cheer them on and cheer them up. How about you? Would you bully my boobs if they didn't fit a certain bill? Usually, getting an A is a good thing. Let's remember this. And how unique and awesome is it that getting a C, in this case, is a good thing too?