I know it shouldn’t matter to me but it makes me happy that men legitimately find curves, tummies, and thick thighs attractive and sexy. Not settling for curves but legitimately want to grab on to and caress the hips, thighs, and all those little flaws I find with my body.
I love when my man tells me how much those things I nit pick about my body turn him on.
I think I have every fucking right to be a little lazy when I’m sick. And I think I have the right to complain when a doctor is rude to me and wastes my time. But I don’t think I deserve you being an asshole to me because you don’t feel good because I have done nothing but try to take care of you.
I love seeing people walking by with little smiles on their face because something small happened that made them happy. Maybe they got a cute text, maybe they got laid, maybe they killed a man. You will never know.