There's a part of me that is severely depressed over the idea that my body is nothing special. 3 billion other people have tits and ass just like me. My body, my sexuality, is replaceable by anyone else willing to step in and be the object instead.
I once got into a conversation with a guy who said that ultimately, a guy is with the woman whose pussy feels the best. End of story. The other day, I read a "scientific study" that said basically that it's not men's fault... They simply cannot control themselves when boobs are around or in sight. This news of course makes me self-loath and hate myself even more.
My boyfriend, however, gave me an alternative point. He says that it's not that a guy is simply with a woman because she feels the best, but that she feels the best because of the way HE feels about her. That made me think that maybe there is some love in the world.
He also said that many men transcend "animal urges" and can control themselves just fine when there are tits around (that one I'm still not sure about).
I feel that as a woman, I still don't have nearly the amount of control over myself as I'd like... Not simply at home, but everywhere. I hate hate hate objectification, but it seems to be everywhere (not just with women, but in all types of circumstances.) I don't know, I find it all depressing. It makes me not want to leave my house. If one more guy cat calls at me, I might just kick his fucking ass.



