These days when you see a woman on TV, what do you see?
Long flowing straight hair (where the dreadlocks at?), slim slender shape (where the stretch marks?) and probably a lighter shade of caramel (where’s the Grace Jones shade?)
There is a regular shade, shape and look that creeps along our screens and magazines and is generally in our faces all the time and I am tried of it. I see it everywhere I go, everywhere I walk, it’s everywhere and I for one am making a stand.
My something something is about a lady’s stomach.. and the other bits she hates about herself.
Such a lovely place to look at, hang out, chill for a coffee and some conversation and meet people… but my problem with the place is the shape of it… or lack of shape.
See me, I like a pudge.
A lil’ bit of roundness in the middle of a woman’s shape.
Maybe a stretch mark or two.
That’s my shit…
And the ‘shit’ of quite a few others as well.
A woman with a nice bit of curve on her stomach area is INCREDIBLY sexy to look at.
You can see it under her clothes and its like its calling you.
Now, most women are not 100% happy and comfortable with their pudge, they prefer to try and hide it with loose fitting clothes over the stomach or belts or other pieces of random clothing. And when the clothes come off, the vest might stay on or she might want the lights to go straight off.
And even while your fucking and the casbah is rocking and the bedroom is sweating and there is orgasm after orgasm, she slobbing and bobbing and it’s all great… but she still has the mind to pull her vest so it sits over her stomach. No show, no pudge, no belly shake, no nothing.
Such selfishness should be greeted with that real man shit where you realise what she’s doing and how shes doing it. Then you look her in the eye and tell her straight, “take it off”. She may ooooh and aaaah and be like, ‘eeerm, I’m not comfortable, can’t we just…”
No, you can’t just…
If I put myself in his shoes, I imagine he wants to see…you.
Every single piece of you. Whatever piece belongs to you, I wanna see it.
It can be lumpy, bumpy, fraught with stretch marks, not something you’ll see on America’s Next Top Model and rotund like the right side of the moon but I still wanna see it.
I want to see all of you.
I don’t care about what you feel is imperfect about you because it is usually those things that I want to see and feel pressed against me.
See because when I see you, I’m not looking for perfection. I’m not seeking the purest skin, the flattest stomach and perfect hair.
Send me a woman who’s slightly plump in the stomach, with a few blemishes on her skin and some split ends, but it looks good. Her ass may not be perfectly shaped but you could still sit a drink and a plate of jollof on it.
Let a woman run off a list of the things she doesnt like about herself and she’ll name at least three things that you probably find quite attractive or just don’t give a damn about.
‘Oh, I don’t like the way my eyebrows grow in this funny shape.’
(find a better threader… or waxer)
‘My legs are too big.’
(look for Anowa Adojah on youtube and let her train you)
‘I can’t stand my neck.’
(that’s on you, nothing you can really do about ya neck… except… FIX UP! Why hate and despise things you can’t do anything about)
‘I hate my nipples.’
(see retort above)
‘My hair is disgusting.’
(wash it, style it and keep it moving)
‘I wish I was slimmer.’
(if you wanna lose weight, go right ahead, but I really don’t mind the little pudge you rock in a very sexy way.)
This goes back to the simple things like a woman in a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt… simple sexy.
The little imperfections that make you insecure and make you like to take your clothes off with the lights already off… you know… those moments when he runs his hand over your stomach and your QUICK to move it away.
Leave the hand nuh!!!
We ALREADY know you have it, we don’t CARE about it, we just want YOU! Plain and simples. Your little imperfections are what make you who we want to be with.
It’s not so easy to let go of the little things that we always want to change about ourselves enough to be completely comfortable but you have to trust that the person who is close enough to even see those imperfections, has to already know and not care about ’em.
Not EVERYONE feels this way and they are fine with their own personal image and are comfortable with the little pudges and crispy edges and to you I say GO ‘HEAD!!!
We just want you.
You to be free with yaself…
Just let it all go…
Le freak ce chiq…
What’s the worst that can happen?
He starts to look at you differently? Maybe he doesn’t wanna touch you as much or he feels repulsed by the little things that make you YOU… well then is that really the person you wanna be with?
He just wants you to be you…
By Mr Oh