Until adolescence, I was very complexed by my size. I was often the smallest in my class, in other words almost always. I saw the other girls become women and I, keeping the body of a child.
I wanted to grow up, have nice curves, but Mother Nature wasn’t of the same opinion. So I abandoned, believing one day that the society shows us : a beautiful woman boils down to being tall and thin.
I don’t understand why this discrimination. It was as if women less than 1m70 could be lovely. Say I’m 1m55, it’s limit ridiculous.
And then one day I looked at my mother, who is smaller than me, she has faced many remarks about it. I saw her smile, happy and above all proud of her.
If was my click, for me, it was more radiant than all these models without expression. She exuded charm, happiness and femininity.
My mother is my opposite : coquette, with humor, gifted in many areas and without exception. Next, I felt even more tiny it.
Wonderful women of smaller sizes, it exists everywhere. We’re not talking Eva Longoria, Karrueche Tran, Hayden Panettiere and Lea Michele, we’re talking about people like you and me. ———By tit3.viet
Thanks tit3.viet for sharing her “Growing pains” .Be yourself Be confident Be strong Be postitive Be rosegal girl @rosegalfashion
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