the good days

let me tell you about the good days   on the good days, it feels as though my skin were tingling my feet dance I catch glimpses of myself in reflections, and I’m smiling I’m happy and love the images reflected back at me.   on the good days, I rejoice in the softness that…

-ripples

Photo prose: of the beautiful, soft and magical

IDGAF: This is MY Body!

I’m in the tube. Adjusting my camisole again. It has been riding up my thighs since I put on this skirt. The fabric and the shape, it seems, were simply not meant to sit on my thunderous thighs. These thick dimply thighs. And then I sigh. Oh well. They are just thighs. Juicier than people…