Butterfly

When I was a little girl, growing up in that tiny town back in Indiana, I saw the most beautiful women. They were my mom and my grandmother of course. Bright smiles, great hair, and most of all, hour glass figures. Busty, curvy and in all the right places. I used to daydream of how one day I’d grow up and look like these beautiful women. Now, I’m not kidding. I know everyone says that their mom is the most beautiful woman in the world but my mom really was(and still is) a hottie! So was my grandmother. Men always flirted, smiled, and stared at them.

Upon growing up, I wasn’t an ugly duckling, although I was a tomboy and usually the smallest one around, so of course I thought I was the biggest, ha! I waited for my body to make the changes into womanhood, some breasts, ass, something for heaven’s sake!

Sigh, so fate would have it that I was a late bloomer and I took after my fathers side when it came to my bustline. I expected to look like my mom and grandma, and I did from the waist down and the neck up.

So, I took a hiatus and fixed what was bothering me, and while I was at it, I made another change. I’m now a blonde! Not bleach blonde, that would look like hell on me! And difficult to keep up on.

I now see in the mirror what feel like on the inside. I look like my family that I admired and prayed to look like as a child. Its a huge change for me but I’m so happy I cannot even begin to tell you.

I no longer have people asking what grade I am in or if I am going to the prom. I still get looked at but as a woman instead of a teenager. I know that was a big draw with the adult industry but I’m so sick of the “little girl” look that it now kinda makes me sick to think back on it. I know I will get flack for it but when don’t I?

I was afraid to make the changes for fear that clients would not want to see me anymore but there are other clients out there that will love this new look. Besides, I’m still little ol’ me. I just have some upgrades now. I denied myself what other women do all the time, they change the way they look. This is me, who I want to be, and what I want to look like. I’m finally happy in my own skin, lacking nothing, not wanting something else, yearning to make a change.

I now closely resemble the most beautiful women on earth…my mom.