Hey there,
So today was quite the rollercoaster of emotions. I had a pretty intense session with my partner earlier and something unexpected happened afterwards that really got me thinking. She started apologizing for her stretch marks and I just couldn't believe it. Here she was, vulnerable and exposed to me in such an intimate way, and all she could think about were these so-called imperfections on her body.
I mean, don't get me wrong, I've seen those stretch marks before. They're nothing new to me; they're a part of who she is and they don't bother me one bit. But hearing her apologize for them made my heart ache a little bit because it showed just how much pressure society puts on us to look a certain way.
It got me reflecting on my own insecurities too - the ones that no one else sees but myself. The pressure from my dad to always be better, faster, stronger...it's exhausting sometimes. And then there's this whole image of what a "real man" should look like - tough muscles, chiseled jawline...but where does that leave room for vulnerability or imperfection?
In moments like these when we're raw and exposed with each other, none of those external expectations matter anymore. It's just us two souls connecting in the most primal way possible.
So baby girl (she hates it when I call her that but hey), if you ever read this: please never apologize for being yourself around me again. Your strength lies not in hiding your flaws but embracing them as part of what makes you uniquely beautiful.
I know I can be hard-headed at times (thanks dad) but trust me when I say this: you are perfect exactly as you are right now in this moment.
And maybe next time we'll focus less on our physical appearance during sex and more on exploring each other's minds...just kidding 😉
Until next time,
Andrew