Breast is best: One woman's source of power
I feel sorry for the Jamaica Observer's Sharon Leach.
She said:
Sharon Leach just wrote an article called "My breasts - my power" in the All Woman section of the Jamaica Observer. I decided to jump right on it for several reasons.
Reason 1. Jamaica Observer Sex Politics
The Jamaica Observer needs an in-house therapist. Given the level of "feeling up" that takes place between the male and female staff there, it's not surprising that an article like this gets the go-ahead for publishing.
Reason 2. Love thyself first
It's okay to love parts of your body, but to use them to make friends is still a little retrograde, if not a little sad. Women strive to be beautiful now for the sake of it, to have their own power and not to get recognised. It's okay to flaunt your breasts, but it gets tacky (vulgar?) when you do it just because there's a guy watching.
Sharon strikes me as the kind of woman who would allow herself to stay in an emotionally unsatisfying relationship with the rationale that she is getting regular sex. Women who don't have sex are pathetic, right? (Myself included). Sharon should watch out because a man will go after what he wants, but he will take what is offered on the way there. Sharon is attractive so she doesn't have to go there.
Reason 3. More body fat=larger breasts.
Sharon forgot to mention in her article that the reason her breasts got larger was that she is fat. One look at her photo hints that her breasts may be competing for prominence with other body parts such as her mid-section, her thighs, or her derrierre. If Sharon's breasts had grown larger by themselves, I would have been impressed, but a C-cup in proportion to the size of her body seems quite small still. If Sharon lost 10 kilos and kept her breasts at the same C-cup, every woman in the free world would jump on her diet bandwagon.
I now understand why she has to poke 'em forward.
She said:I take comfort in little victories like, the other day, when a male friend looked down at my shirt, smiled a dazzling smile that hinted at something more, and said, "Shar, you know, you really have nice breasts." Forget about it. That's my power right there.
Sharon Leach just wrote an article called "My breasts - my power" in the All Woman section of the Jamaica Observer. I decided to jump right on it for several reasons.
Reason 1. Jamaica Observer Sex Politics
The Jamaica Observer needs an in-house therapist. Given the level of "feeling up" that takes place between the male and female staff there, it's not surprising that an article like this gets the go-ahead for publishing.
Reason 2. Love thyself first
It's okay to love parts of your body, but to use them to make friends is still a little retrograde, if not a little sad. Women strive to be beautiful now for the sake of it, to have their own power and not to get recognised. It's okay to flaunt your breasts, but it gets tacky (vulgar?) when you do it just because there's a guy watching.
Sharon strikes me as the kind of woman who would allow herself to stay in an emotionally unsatisfying relationship with the rationale that she is getting regular sex. Women who don't have sex are pathetic, right? (Myself included). Sharon should watch out because a man will go after what he wants, but he will take what is offered on the way there. Sharon is attractive so she doesn't have to go there.
Reason 3. More body fat=larger breasts.
Sharon forgot to mention in her article that the reason her breasts got larger was that she is fat. One look at her photo hints that her breasts may be competing for prominence with other body parts such as her mid-section, her thighs, or her derrierre. If Sharon's breasts had grown larger by themselves, I would have been impressed, but a C-cup in proportion to the size of her body seems quite small still. If Sharon lost 10 kilos and kept her breasts at the same C-cup, every woman in the free world would jump on her diet bandwagon.
I now understand why she has to poke 'em forward.
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