I think this woman is beautiful.  I love how different she looks in profile versus straight on.  Straight on she doesn’t look like she has a big nose, but she most definitely does.  I’m not even close to this pretty, but my nose has the same issue.  I didn’t know my nose was big and and a bump on the bridge until I accidentally caught my profile’s reflection in a two-mirror situation when I was in sixth grade.  (That’s grade six to you Canadians.)  The bump on my nose is not due to a break; it’s because I’m Native American.  A tiny bit.  Just my nose.  I’m mostly just a lot of Western European.  Really, I’m American.  An American American. Your basic white mutt without any ethnic identity other than being American.

I’m also not even close to having breasts this large.  Those are a couple of very large breasts.  I’ll go so far as to say they’re too large.  That’s a lot of boob to deal with.  I’m really quite glad my breasts aren’t that large.  When I was growing up I was worried my breasts would get huge because my mother has giant boobs.  And then when I began developing pretty early I was afraid they’d never stop growing.  But they did, for the most part.  They still grow as I gain weight, and shrink when I lose weight, but without major fluctuations.

I swear.  True story.

Tags: fantasy, titties!

Categories: True Story.

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