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If I compare myself with any woman, I compare myself with my employer, because she is a person I admire greatly, and she is a overall healthy rolemodel. I use her as my benchmark not because I want look like her, but because I think she has an outlook on life that I agree with and she takes good care of herself--she eats well, exercises, and looks good when she steps out the door. Those are three things I struggle to do, but I know if she can do it, I can too.
Looks-wise, I don't care to compare myself to any other woman. I am myself. I know how to carry myself and look good doing it. I know how to dress my body so I don't look totally ridiculous on a night out. I know I don't have the dedication it takes to get into a smaller size, but I do know I have a great rack and a nice ass and I work that for what it's worth. When in doubt, wear a lower cut shirt, a VS push-up bra, add some sparkly lotion, and most all--drink more wine. You could say that that entire last statement describes my feelings about my looks.
Life is for living, not for worrying about how my boobs look compared to hers. That is like the last thing I worry about when I run down my worry-list.
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If I am not better, at least I am different. --Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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