Ugh, I've got stretchmarks on my legs up by my hips and under my arms where my pecs meet my shoulders... all from my roller coaster attempts at putting on muscle mass. I'm not worried about them being ugly... I'm worried about the tissue tearing open the next time my scrawny ass tries to bench 225.
It would be foolish for me or anyone else to assume that the biological explosion that occurs when girls become women and when women gain weight or go through the screaming-mini-bastard process that the body is going to return back to its original state. Our bodies are amazing things, capable of so much adaptation... but let's not let airbrushed Playboy models confuse us as to the reality of the situation.
My exwife had a unique skin condition that nearly reduced the elastic effect of her skin to nothing. She was so afraid of becoming a stretch-marked, wrinkly creature even in her late twenties. She, like many, is much harder on herself about her perceived physical flaws than any partner would be.
Beauty is not finding a perfect human assembly... no, I feel beauty is in the unique pattern of imperfections that make up an individual by definition: unique. Makes me think about military records and police reports. They have a block for identifying marks: scars, tattoos, moles... imperfections that make you stand out. Everybody has similar features, and our 15 pieces of unique aren't all external.
I guess my feeling is, much like
ManicSkafe said in the beginning of the thread, that confidence beats all. A sultry look and a cocky remark erases any physical limitations.
Take me to bed, you suave toothless circus midget! Unless you're a heartless fuck-machine (you know who you are!), you're probably with
X partner because you find the contents of their skull as appealing as the contents of their thong and you're not as superficial as to ignore the former because of the latter. I've experienced this focus over and over again and it makes me feel like maybe I'm not such an asshole all the time.
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Originally Posted by Henry Rollins
[I don't care what you look like... I just want a woman that'll sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I didn't know already and make me laugh. If you can do that? I'll follow you on bloody stumps through the snow.]
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Originally Posted by clavus
I'd rather see the stretch marks than fuck in the dark.
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Oh,
yessir.