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Had I been born a fatty or an ugly I would probably be more content now. I would have just accepted my lot. I would not have known any better.
As it is, when I was young I was prized, even valued for my looks in face and body. I could pick and choose, and I had a good life because of it. I admit i was vain and looked down on others less fortunate. The older, the poor and, of course, especially the ugly.
But men are men, and time withers. Now a good heart and kind nature are not as valued as young firm breasts or a 'tight' vagina. Time had taken those from me. 40+ is a cruel age for a woman like me.
There was a time when if a man wasn't good looking or at least rich (preferably both) I would not give him a second glance unless it was to scoff at his presumptuousness.
Now I am not a chooser, I have to wait to be chosen. And be grateful when I am.
Frankly I hate what I have to do for attention. I have to suck up to men I would never have even looked at before. I have to schmooze and flatter, pamper and cosset.
I have to go with men who frankly turn my stomach but are better than no man at all. I feel now I am at the mercy of the fatties and the uglies, the perverts and the cruel. Men call the shots now, men have all the power.
And some of these men know that I hate it, they know that they repulse me. That seems to make them enjoy it all the more.
As I say had I been born with a face like a blistered pisspot or a body like a tub or lard I might be happier. But I was not and my life is breaking my poor heart. Even being on this site demeans me.
I am seeking ideally marriage. But would settle for live-in. or on the side. Something regular. Willing to travel/relocate. Or accommodate in my Sandbanks home. UK only.
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