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I don't own a full-length mirror, seeing myself all at once scares me.
I would much prefer to see myself a little bit at a time, that way, I can
kid myself that all those good looking little bits make up one exact replica
Jennifer Lopez style figure.
I mean, once I get to know a man I stop holding everything in; or insisting
we have sex in a position which flattens everything out and (naturally)
the lights are always off.
On a really good 'God I'm thin' day I can even have a bath with my boyfriend
without filling it to the brim and making sure there is at least 6 inches
of bubbles so he can't see my body lurking beneath the water.
Men of course are completely different. They are happy to stroll around
the house naked. They don't care that their bits are swinging wild and free
or that they are wearing nothing that will hold, lift and separate. They
are happy to stroll naked past the window, not caring that the curtains
are open and the neighbours opposite are all staring wide eyed.
Me, I just can't get to grips with nakedness or any form of partial body
exposure. Thankfully most shops now have recognised women's fear of even
stripping off in front of others and have changed those fearful communal
changing rooms into individual cubicles.
There, I can ensure the curtain is right the way across and hide behind
it. Then I take off my bra with my back to the mirror and change into that
dress only turning round to face my reflection when fully covered ensuring
I never discover that my body might not be exactly the same as Jennifer's.
Written by Sera Barrett
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