I love my body. I love my shapeshifting s’xuality and sensuality. I’m honoring my hunger, my animals, and my stillness.
I feel free in my body that may not look average, but is mine. She’s sensitive and playful, wise and strong. I may not appreciate her always, and yes we traveled from far. The scars you see on my skin are only a few of the scars I carry.
But my eyes tell you the story of a woman who didn’t hold on to her scars. They show you the bright twinkle of pleasure and the sheer delight of being alive.
My breasts and heart tell you about the big capacity I have for loving. Wild, unconditional and fully. There’s no holding back.
My belly tells you the story of courage. Of learning to embrace my desires and state my boundaries.
I am a yummy woman. And what I ask from you when you meet me is simple: