The Crowd with their Bras

                Just as you are talking to your boyfriend who says you are the only girl for him and he only sets his eyes on you, but just as you start onto the topic of the day, his eyes suddenly twitch to the door and just as you wonder, a strong scent of Lovely by Sarah Jessica Parker is slowly absorbed by you and goes right up to your mind. Before you know it, your boyfriend’s eyes follow her double-D boobs that is enhanced by her slutty silk corset top and her mini tight black shorts followed by the stockings and pump boots. Lust follows her to the bar as she asks for a drink then she slowly turns around to spot the one she thinks she could fool for the night, then she goes for it and have everything free for the night, easily just like herself.

                With that, big tits, presentable body shape and perfect legs that could seduce any horny men, is that the fantasy of men these days?

                I honestly don’t mind when people mock my boobs or even laugh after they ask me for my cup size. If I’m an A, I’d rather go all the way. Why be shy when I know there are so much more that I have and why should I mind if I know they will not magically grow big into the size that society accepts? I’d rather have that as my only flaw and have something better than tits- brains.

                I don’t mean that no one can have both, beauty and brains. I know many people who have both and both of them are equally. Rebecca is the best example I have, beautiful, talented and achieved great results from both sports and studies. Sometimes I wonder how could such a great person she is, she never brags but in a way, she knows the best way to present her gifts which I think, is her best gift she ever gotten.

                Or maybe I can be wrong; sometimes beauty is part of life. I never blame those young teenagers who are desperate to get over the 1- sign on their age. They bitch, backstab and seduce at such young age with the acted out innocence just to get whatever they want just like how they are going to do for the next thirty year, except it will change from men to rich men then old billionaires. If you think you want to earn your own money and get everything by being the woman among the men then you’re wrong, you’ll be a business woman not a socialite. You do not need the plastic surgeries or neither the botox nor you need to fake the inner self just to get a little spot in society. All you need is the right mind within you, and could you ever accomplish when you’ve never done something right for the best future?

                I know someone who once knew what she wanted and I thought maybe at some point she will know what to do. If your future is all about the social, always make sure you know what you’re dealing with. I never seem to find smoking could uplift your social status nor screwing every guy in town could make you any better. But for some reason the person who counselled me not to fall for the ‘dark age’ is becoming one of them, crawling and fighting to climb up the social stairs.

                If everyone in the world uses others’ point of beauty to define how they really look, then what’s the point of having the freedom to voice out the inner you? And ironically, we tend to ignore the beauty praised and agreed by others.

                So you will find yourself asking your reflection in the mirror, are you really beautiful?

I believe that everyone have a moment of life that they will find their beauty before they die. Some are proudly presented on the outside while some are still hiding within, waiting for the right person and the right moment to spread its wings to fly. I believe it too, that someday I will find the inner beauty. Maybe I have to wait for the inner bitch of me to die off and welcome the new character that will make my life a lot happier with gleeful people around me.

                So, have you found your beauty?