Chloe_Harper
Little Pouting Brat
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Please, always feel like you canGoing to toss my two cents in here…

Oh, goodness. I cannot imagine what having children or c-sections would do to my already fragile image of my body. Thank you for sharing that here. I know this is going to sound like platitudes, but it's not... women who have some kind of physical sign left behind on their tummies from what they went through by creating life, that only enhances your beauty in my eyes. I can't do it. I don't want to have kids, but I also can't have them. The women that choose to do this, I always find to be the best, fiercest, most gorgeous women I know. Part of why I never wanted to get pregnant, is a lot of what you're saying is your mental aftermath. Even if I could, I wouldn't. It's a selfish thing of me to say, but I've been fighting with the way I view my body my whole life. So, I can't fully empathize with where you are coming from, but I do understand what you are saying.I’m very self conscious of my tummy. I have been for as long as I can remember, and even more so since having two c-sections. I’ve hidden it from view— my own and my partners’. I’ve angled my body in photos, looked away from mirrors, turned when changing my shirt, and moved his hand when it rests there.
Yes girl, yes!Loving my body is my work, my journey, my responsibility. It doesn’t rest in my partner’s hands. But the support that I crave is to be seen and desired and loved, just as I am.
Ok, yes. This is so hard. Your partner wants to respect your feelings, space, boundaries, etc. And I love when he does. But, yes, when he pushes past the words I'm saying to get to the root of what I'm feeling in those moments of insecurity, rather than letting me sprial into it, that's when I feel most seen, most cherished. And, it's unfair to them to just have to know that in those moments. But, dialogue. In the times outside of those raw ones, being honest about what you need, telling him to not let you disappear inside yourself, it can begin to make all the difference.I don’t want him to listen when I tell him not to look. I don’t want him to move his hand when I try to shift it off me. His willingness to bend to my insecurities tells the damaged part inside my mind that I’m right—I should be ashamed, he doesn’t like that part of me either, he’d rather not know that part of me.
I want him to insist on seeing me. I want him to praise and kiss and touch, and to let me know that regardless of how I feel about myself, that’s not how he sees me.
I don’t need confirmation in my fear and shame. I need confirmation in my worth.

Oh, thank you for the gif tax and for coming in to share!!! I love forehead kisses too!(And to answer the gif tax-
One of my favorite places to be kissed is on my forehead.)![]()