The glamour of being a french girl
The death of Luther Vandross has affected us all and made it clear to me that overweight dieting up and down is so dangerous to my body. He was 54 that's only 18 1/2 years away for me. 19 years ago I was 17. That was yesterday. Im not going to yo yo anymore. I don't like Atkins because all the soy and fat can't be good. I don't like phentermine, I don't like medicine. I have to eat less and work out more. It's back to the food mover which is constant balanced diet including sugars and breads but limited and healthy quantities. We eat too much and we eat out all the time. These bad habits have to stop. I want to enjoy food and make it enhance life and make it magic. I want good chocolate, good wine and cheese, good bread, and just a little tiny bit and really gorgeous desserts and fancy special dinners. I want to change and do something I will live with and love.
French is it. French is me. I hate the french people because of sticking it to us in Iraq but I like the culture and I love my heritage. Loving french is loving my grampa, speaking french is keeping my grampa close to me, drinking wine and fun times and new years eve and being catholic is loving my french background and keeping the faith.
My love of France and my heritage will always be strong and something I cling to. It's safe and reminds me that I am special. French women are classy and slender and confident. Im on a journey and discovering this french girl in me and developing her skills is my goal now. I love to work out, I love discovery and walking and passion and romance. Im not going to continue living the way I was. I want a better life, a better body, a better outlook and more charm and purpose. More confidence, more audacity, more internal strenth and more external beauty. I don't want to be so aware of myself, so self conscious, I want to be beautiful and totally in the moment. I want to exude prettiness and charm and confidence and strength. When I speak to someone it's sweetness and totally focused on us. Unaware of anything else going on around us. I want to develop this part of me that makes me happy and confident. It's about drawing good and right people to me and being on and sexy. Men like curves, men like big women, men like long hair and pretty eyes and clean fresh sweet air about a girl. I have the whole package, and exercise makes me feel long and lanky and sexy. My day is coming and I will be ready and confident. The french call a gorgeous vision a goddess. I was born for this discovery and Im so happy to be here. It's not about Steve, it's about me. I deserve this and becoming every wonderful thing I was born to be is happening right now.
It's the walk of a goddess, the slow clear sweet voice of a goddess, it's her soft touch, her sway in her hips, her long tan legs, her pretty fingertips, her sweet perfume, her long shiny hair, her air of confidence and glamour, her coquette glances and sweet shy grin. Her tender kiss and soft touch, her unshyness in bed, her awareness of love and passion and sexual love.
Can he handle me? That's the question. Im a wink away from her now. And I will test my charm tonight...
French is it. French is me. I hate the french people because of sticking it to us in Iraq but I like the culture and I love my heritage. Loving french is loving my grampa, speaking french is keeping my grampa close to me, drinking wine and fun times and new years eve and being catholic is loving my french background and keeping the faith.
My love of France and my heritage will always be strong and something I cling to. It's safe and reminds me that I am special. French women are classy and slender and confident. Im on a journey and discovering this french girl in me and developing her skills is my goal now. I love to work out, I love discovery and walking and passion and romance. Im not going to continue living the way I was. I want a better life, a better body, a better outlook and more charm and purpose. More confidence, more audacity, more internal strenth and more external beauty. I don't want to be so aware of myself, so self conscious, I want to be beautiful and totally in the moment. I want to exude prettiness and charm and confidence and strength. When I speak to someone it's sweetness and totally focused on us. Unaware of anything else going on around us. I want to develop this part of me that makes me happy and confident. It's about drawing good and right people to me and being on and sexy. Men like curves, men like big women, men like long hair and pretty eyes and clean fresh sweet air about a girl. I have the whole package, and exercise makes me feel long and lanky and sexy. My day is coming and I will be ready and confident. The french call a gorgeous vision a goddess. I was born for this discovery and Im so happy to be here. It's not about Steve, it's about me. I deserve this and becoming every wonderful thing I was born to be is happening right now.
It's the walk of a goddess, the slow clear sweet voice of a goddess, it's her soft touch, her sway in her hips, her long tan legs, her pretty fingertips, her sweet perfume, her long shiny hair, her air of confidence and glamour, her coquette glances and sweet shy grin. Her tender kiss and soft touch, her unshyness in bed, her awareness of love and passion and sexual love.
Can he handle me? That's the question. Im a wink away from her now. And I will test my charm tonight...
posted by Nikki at 11:42 AM
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