There are so many unique women out there! So many of my friends, readers and followers are wonderful, amazing Mom’s!
For May 14, 2017, Mother’s Day, I wish you ALL:
This is a special day for ALL Moms!!
Seriously… I too occasionally was told by some people: You can’t celebrate Mother’s Day. You’ve never been a Mom. – But of course, I am a Mom! Maybe I never had to change diapers; maybe I never will have to pay for bicycles, car driving, school money and prom clothes.
But I CARE for my babies, as much as every other Mom does. I take them to the doctor to get their vaccines and take them when they’re sick. I make sure they’ve got healthy food, plenty of vitamins, shelter, something to drink and clean whereabouts. I brush them, when it’s necessary and make sure they’ve got good hair and nails. I take them to clean their teeth and keep themselves clean. I LOVE and PROTECT them!! And just because I don’t have to buy them clothes and shoes, and they’ve got tails and four paws, doesn’t mean they’re not my babies.
We asked an expert to swing by and give some tips for putting romance into another genre. He made a wrong turn and ended up in the Bedlam series, so now we’re stuck with Delvin. Take it away, Mercenary Prince.
Always remember their name. Seriously, nothing will get you hit quicker than saying the wrong name. In fact, you’re probably in a bad spot if you have to juggle so many women. That’s how you get beaten in an alley by a mob of angry women. Totally justifiable, which is why I avoid this situation. That and I’m a one woman type of guy. I have a specific . . . is it getting hot in here?
This tip is a little tricky. You can compliment other women, but be careful with how you do it. Going too far will get you in trouble with…
This year I signed up to participate in the “Beauty of a Woman Blog Fest”, organized by August McLaughlin. Please enjoy the entire Blog Fest by clicking the link.
It is with great pleasure I am able to present my blog participation with the following post:
Beauty changes during the time:
In the 50s and 60s, the ultimate beautiful woman had a so-called “hourglass” figure. A chest, a butt and a small waist. Let’s travel back in time: in all big “fashion houses” the dresses and clothes were presented to the potential customers. The presenters weren’t window dummies – but real life “Mannequins”. We would call them the predecessors of the Models and Top-Models.
They were women – chest, hips and a small waist were their trademark. Even the most beautiful actresses and female stars of this time were fuller-figured women with the same measurements. Female beauty ideal back then was curvy, beautiful, feminine, showing their amenities and being proud of them.
The 70s and 80s show women, who remarkably slimmed down, their curves are still there, but not as explicitly distinct anymore.
I don’t dare to talk too much about the hairstyle and makeup which in my opinion, used to make women of these times look a little bit like extra-terrestrial clowns… but in many ways, their styles showed how much they enjoyed being women.
The late 80s and 90s brought us breathtaking women, even slimmer, their features often gentle, almost delicate, their curves about to disappear.
And then, with the entrance into the new millennium the female beauty ideal quickly went into the “nothing”… just skin and bones, no hips, no breasts, nothing: walking skeletons on wobbly legs.
Is this really how we women should be, or how we want to be?
When I was talking about this to a group of people a few years ago, a wise man told me: “Don’t starve yourself to this kind of figure, girl. You are right, the way you are. Skeletons aren’t sexy.”
I still love him for this sentence.
Or: we got this kind of new, plastic surgical ‘beauty’:
Do I have to say something about it? Really?
Maybe a few might be curious why I was going through all these changes and travelling back in time: What made me? – How do I look then? What is my figure like?
I’m not saying too much. Except:
I have always been a little on the “more”-side and the criticism I had to take for this from all sides have hurt me deeply. During the years, when I had found out that my figure was very fashionable and once a beauty ideal all women wanted to have, I found this fact amusing – but not more. How was this useful for me? I wanted to be fashionable now. With my figure, I was born about 30 years too late.
Am I ever going to be most beautiful to someone who I’d like to welcome into my life? Someone who loves me, just the way I am? With my soft heart, all the love I have to give and my hips, breasts and hourglass figure?
Now I’m curious… Have you ever had experience with criticism on your figure? Are you happy with yours? Let us hear your experience.