I urge you to pass this on on your own blogs. If you’re not participating, I’d be humbled if you reblogged it, mentioned it, or linked to it.
I’m not interested in the traffic — I do just fine all on my own — what I want is a movement of people who share a piece of themselves with the anonymous, smiling face that is the Internet. I want them to feel something in the exposure of their breasts.
That rush, that gasp of Holy shit! Did I just do that?!
The single most important thing that I’ve learned about my looks at the ripe old age of 37 is that to feel beautiful and confident you need to trust the tastes of those who find you attractive.
It matters not if you’re hairy, saggy, pert, stretch-marked, bony, straight, short, tall, any variety of fruit- or vegetable-shaped, pale, dark, young or old.
What matters is that you notice the look in someone’s eye and that you believe in what they see.
Because they see something delicious and right up their alley. And that is magic.
Want to participate? Go here for info.
Not my tits: