in the nude

It is getting easier to be able to see the curves and crevices in my body with my own two eyes Not with the wandering eyes of the man on the street Not with the teary eyes of love long gone and not with the abusive perverse eyes that once stole my dignity No! I am beginning to see, my vision is returning. I can see what is before me and love it with the love that I was born with. Thanks so much.

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cindyme

23 / F / Guatemalan

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