They look, look away and look back again. Its as if I have either grown a third boob or they can't believe that I am wearing what I am wearing. Whats the big deal? It isn't as if I have a wardrobe malfunction and show my nipples or wear transparent clothes that show the fleshy mountains with cherries on top. I simply show bits and pieces of myself that I am proud of.
Thankfully I live in a free country where the look but no touch mantra works. And they look- they look as if there is no looking back and have words on their tongues dying to be expressed. But then again who cares.
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