I Once Dreamt of Becoming a Bombshell

Sounds funny and extremely ridiculous, but I would trade my jeans and flip flops for a big hair, thigh-high skirts, and plunging necklines.

I am a far cry from being a glammed-up-hottie persona that shakes every man who stares at me. I am as low maintenance as you get. Getting used to it may sometimes become boring. When looking at a perfect figure, I would have to sigh and wish I am one of them. Not contented huh! Who does not want to be beautiful outside?

If I were a bombshell, I would probably be in the modeling world. It’ s a thrill getting up one sunny morning and knowing that you have got a BIG day ahead of you (apart from the BIG boobs!). Igniting the inner spot, I would go out of my door with a flawless skin, smoky eyes, and glossy lips.

As I have read some articles, I was stunned about how great it is being a real babe.

Lesson One: She cannot afford to become self conscious. You have to be comfortable at all times as long as your butt is not exposed.

Lesson Two: She gets better service. Flattering!

Lesson Three: She has to have the mammaries. Do I need to elaborate more on this? Mammaries… you know.. watermelons in the innocent eyes of men…^^

Lesson Four: Men are dogs. Opppss! Sorry! Well at least for the ones who cannot control their ogling. Some guys walk while holding his girlfriend’s hand and yet his head swivels around just to stare at you.

Lesson Five: Girls will hate. They get furious because you are drop dead gorgeous, too beautiful and they are not… their boyfriends pause for you to blatantly stare at you.

These and more to be happy and be sad with. If this is the case, I realized that being a bootylicious bombshell is not a bomb at all… Let’s call it a day… I should be happier being myself. ^^