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I was following you but how did I got unfollowed ? 🤔 Or this is new blog ?
I’m writing this on the fly. In the bath. Lying naked in too-hot water that has started to make me sweat. I can feel the trickles down my neck and the sides of my face. My face is flush. My heart pounding with the heat. My skin is very warm and slippery to the touch.
But not my breasts. They are cool. The water is not deep enough to keep them warm. They lie—exposed and wanting—on my warm, wet, and slippery belly. The fact they lie on my belly is not a detail I would have shared once. But I no longer care what strangers think of me.
I slide my legs against each other. The prickles agitate, but they are easily fixed. I have no need to impress. To hide the fact I grow hair on my legs. It is nothing to be ashamed of. I wonder why I often was. Ashamed, when I no longer care what strangers think of me.
This bath is for me and no one else. The bubbles pop. The water moves with me. I wonder if I should exfoliate. Give myself the gift of self care. The bath is only the first step. It goes with the ritual of the candles. The quiet. The time alone.
I guess this may not be the story you expected or hoped for. It is just a snapshot. Of reality. Reality is not always what we want. But I no longer care what strangers think of me.
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