some women are just designed better.
today i was waiting for the train and a girl wearing the same grey jumper as me came and stood beside me. we both had blue jeans on too. youâd think we might look similar but it only highlighted our obvious differences.Â
she was petite, young (about 19) and confident. the jumper was tight against her toned stomach and stretched over her full and pert breasts. the colour accentuated her lightly tanned and flawless skin. she had little make-up on but she was glowing and her eyes were bright and pretty, her delicate pixie face framed by her long, groomed, honey-blonde locks. her jeans were tight also, designer and well-fitted and she paired them with simple black high heeled boots, making her ass stick out perfectly and elongating her already slender but toned legs. everybody was looking at her. including me.Â
i, on the other hand, am not petite, i am 28 and i felt like a giant standing beside her. as well as embarrassed at how old i was, wearing the same clothes as someone just out of college. mutton dressed as lamb. my jumper was a size too small, and was tight against the fold of my stomach and flab handles which was hanging over my jeans. i had been trying to stretch the jumper down and breathe in all day to hide it. the colour did nothing for my already awful complexion. my jeans only made my legs look wider and my ass flatter and i was just wearing an old pair of pumps. my hair was frizzy, due for a wash, and hurriedly tied back, accentuating the wideness of my face and my double chin. i had make up on, which just made me feel even worse compared to this natural beauty beside me.
iâve never felt more like a desperate old woman. it was humiliating. i wondered how many other people had noticed how pathetic i looked standing next to her.Â









