I stand before the mirror butt naked looking at myself before putting on the red bikini I just bought wondering, am I up for it?
I keep staring at myself. I am now a size 3 up from being a comfortable size 1-2 for most of my life and except my tits, I didn’t have to worry about anything popping out.
Now in my thirties, my body is changing of its own accord, taking on a new form…my ass
is rounder, plumper, and sexier. I feel more feminine and womanly. I love my new curves.
I turn this way and that. I look at my flat abs.
My legs are still nicely toned even though I didn’t run enough throughout the long winter. My arms are nice and toned from years of lifting. I am happy with what I see.
Nick is an ass and legs man and of late, has been commenting on my ass a lot.
Baby I love the way your ass look in those Jeans.
I thought that I could throughout my life, keep the same body I had at sixteen years old.
Standing there, I realized that my sixteen-year old body looked more like a twelve-year old boy. Slim and trim yes, but no tits, a little ass, and barely there curves.
Now I see a woman far sexier than ever before.
Did I already say that I love my new curves?
I pick up the bikini bottom and tie the tiny stings around my hips, and smile with satisfaction. I pick up the top. I have concerns.
In the past when I gained a pound or two, I would immediately execute a plan to get rid of them. I would pay closer attention to my diet and workout regimen. But this time, I am
happy in my skin. That does not mean that I’m going to let myself go, that will never happen. I have to be in great shape. That's all there is to it. That's a commitment I have to myself.
I twirled once more. I am ready for summer.