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How can my ankles and arms be obscene?
The bikini waxing, after we go there you can't turn back.
I hate the term 'arm candy.' But, look, a woman's figure is a beautiful thing, and if she has shapely legs, then she should show them off, because men love to see that. Not just heterosexual men - gay men like to see a woman in her beauty and the shape of her.
Never trust a man who combs his hair straight from his left armpit.
I cannot possibly borrow underclothes from Holly and Angela. Bras especially."
"I know," said Jared.
"Oh, you do, do you?" Kami inquired. "And how do you know, may I ask?"
There was a slight flush along the lines of Jared's cheekbones. "Observation.
I grew out my armpit hair for the summer. It turns out my natural hair colour isn't blonde.
the wrinkled sleeve of the head
Your breasts. Your nipples. The insides of your thighs. I want you wet for me, baby. A little drunk and a whole lot wet.
Once, as he inhaled with his customary vehemence, I had a thought that made my armpits come alive.
Satan's hairy ass!
I used to think I had nice arms, but I don't even think that anymore.
from any anatomical disgust
The corners of her mouth
What is the difference between an anchovy and a sweaty eyebrow?
Arms stop me from crumpling like a rag doll. Sometimes you don't need to talk things out. Sometimes, with the right person, things just need some time to percolate on their own, without the messy lunge and parry of discussion to hinder them.
Women. Who made 'em? God must have been a genius. Their hair. They say that the hair is everything, you know? Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls, and just wanted to go to sleep forever?
Above the wrist? Or below the wrist?
I think my legs are a strong point, so I try to draw attention to them rather than the upper part of my body.
She's so hairy - when she lifted up her arm I thought it was Tina Turner in her armpit.
A wing or a thigh? Ah, I'm afraid we don't have any thighs left.
There is really nothing more unattractive than the sight of a young woman displaying a repulsive amount of arm.
Biceps are like ornaments on a Christmas tree.
These things ... they are who you are. They brought you here. To this day. You didn't give me a chance to understand that ever the unattractive parts of you, the messy parts, were something I could accept.
Actually, she is squeezing me, and her armpits smell. I expect more hygiene from sane people, but I say nothing.
Booty Butt, Booty Butt, Booty Butt Cheeks
Sometimes I got so bored of trying to touch her breasts that I would try to touch her between her legs, a gesture that had a sort of self-parodying wit about it: it was like trying to borrow a fiver, getting turned down, and asking to borrow fifty quid instead. These
Even if your bosoms are your best asset, deep round-neck or scoop-neck Ts can be too revealing. Offset this flash of gorgeousness by covering up your arms with a little cardi that has sleeves to the elbow.
We all know what we don't like about our bodies.
I think shoulders are sexier than cleavage.
For the record, I am so turned on by your elbow patches, I'm coming out of my skin over here.
The only parts left of my original body are my elbows.
They tell me: 'OK, this is where we're going to push up your cleavage,' and I'm like, 'What cleavage?'
Women with whiskers ... its a bummer.
Our arms start from the back because they were once wings.
body, even for a day. All afternoon and evening, Rona
My favourite part ... I guess it's my legs.
The tenderest spot in a man's make-up is sometimes the bald spot on top of his head.
It got to the point where it became logical: if a woman was fiercely intelligent, outspoken and passionate, I'd look towards her arms for the scars. They were almost always there.
I like to wear sleeves because they cover up my arms.
thighs flesh rather than steel, her groin matted from the moisture of their passion. Her face is dark, the sun behind her, but he sees red flames dying in the multifaceted pits of her eyes. She smiles and he sees sunlight glint on rows of metal
All right, when you guys start talking about waxing unmentionable places, that's my cue to get the hell out of here.
I like the places where one part meets another, I think, eyes to cheek, wrist to hands.
I had cleavage that would make Dolly Parton proud. But those things are really heavy and I'm pretty slight of frame, so I took them out. No one even noticed.
Excuse me for just a sec, I've got eczema around my nubbins.
To this day, I don't love my arms. People want more fit arms, but my arms are too fit. But I'm not complaining. They pay my bills.
Chin - and there it was. I near beshit myself.
You never think to appreciate your arms until you need them to stop the floor from punching you in the face.
The face ... always the face. The body can [have] muscles or [be] too skinny
I don't care.
Where are you supposed to put your arms when you dance? It's like the Universal Question.
abs you could do laundry on, the
Every man knows about a particular body part that often seems to have a mind of its own. And every woman knows how absurd men become when that is the body part they allow to influence their choices and decisions.
Things that are attached to the body do not just add beauty to the body or probably enhances the self confidence of the man within, but they are also the very reasons for pride and excessive self confidence
My thighs have been involved in many accidents
and now i can't get insured
and i don't need to be lured by you
What is left over if I subtract the fact that my arms goes up from the fact that I raise my arm?
If I'm going to show cleavage or chest then I don't show leg. I show one thing. If I show leg then everything else is covered up.
Instead of trying to fit an impossible ideal, I took a personal inventory of all my healthy body parts for which I am grateful: Straight Greek eyebrows. They start at the hairline at my temple and, left unchecked, will grow straight across my face and onto yours.
This one spot. All over. Fuck, Sienna, I don't know if I can go slow. I want to so much, but right now I just wanna be inside you.
The nose. It can be a nuisance in winter and such a blessing before a meal.
Women in love are pathetic
and I cannot be bothered, for now,
I am back to metaphysics
and my armpits gather hair.
Nobody can help me, those are my secrets, scarring my soul just as surely as that razor blade scarred my thighs all those years ago.
The lips on my upper right bicep are my girlfriend's lips. She has the most amazing lips, and I wanted to carry them around with me everywhere I go, considering I can't carry her lips physically with me. So I decided to place them in a discreet location, such as the inside part of my bicep.
I would have to say my earthy sensuality - although I should point out that the backs of my calves are exemplary and my upper inner thigh is a delight.
I don't shave," she interjected, stopping my train of thought again. "You don't shave?" I asked, my eyes traveling to her bare legs. "No." "Ever?" I asked inanely. Her legs had been smooth when I took off her sandal last night. "Yes, ever," Layna answered. "Everywhere?
My eyebrows could do with a trim.
What is it about legs? Or what is it about breasts? Or the small of the back? What is it about anything? One day there will be no difference between anything. It'll all be the exact same thing. One day you'll look in the dictionary and there will be only one word and you'll just have to make do.
Why women don't have facial hair. God doesn't cover up anything that looks beautiful.
Think with the whole body.
All I see are ankles and wrists
and FYI, you're pulling a Mileyfrickin'-Cyrus with that belly flash. Not attractive.
Well, the real sex organ is between the ears, not between the legs
Whither thou know'est thy ass from thy elbow
Nails. The gyms you go to are crowded with guys trying to look like men, as if being a man means looking the way a sculptor or an art director says.
Beauty is only skin deep, but who gives a shit what's under their skin anyway?
Your legs were heaven, your breasts were the alter, your body was the holy land.
The lengths I go to just to get between your legs.
I get people being frightened of me. One time I did this photo shoot where I had hairy armpits - I was really digging it, but they were like, 'We'll airbrush that out.'
Everybody has a part of her body that she doesn't like, but I've stopped complaining about mine because I don't want to critique nature's handiwork ... My job is simply to allow the light to shine out of the masterpiece.
The angel's lower body was covered by a pair of faded jeans that showcased the strong muscles in his thighs ... along with a few other things she'd only dared dream about. His upper body was bare, showing off honeyed skin, washboard abs, and a killer set of pecs.
Washing, this modern behind the ears nonsense.
But my favorite part in my body are my dark circles. They define me. They reveal my melancholy.
How genius to call them thumbnails, because what part of the body tells us less?
A parcel of country boobies
the things I get to
savor you with.
I refuse to think of them as chin hairs. I think of them as stray eyebrows.
I completely remember the horror I felt when my pits started getting hairy. I would walk with my arms pressed against my sides.
Your neck. I want to kiss it.
My thighs and hips are on fire. I don't know where I end and you begin.
Our bodies are reflective of our inner feelings. If we feel emotionally or sexually vulnerable inside, we may build a protective layer of fat over our abdomen or hips, the places where we hold our emotions and sexuality.
You are a woman. Skin and bones, veins and nerves, hair and sweat. You are not made of metaphors. Not apologies, not excuses.
What that situation really needed was a little eyebrows.
My legs are actually my favorite feature.
What a lot of hairy-faced men there are around nowadays.
What did my arms do before they held you?
I cannot understand why my arm is not a lilac tree.
I am wearing a vest. If I had no arms, it would be a jacket.
had a smattering of chest hair that looked
I can't seem to take my eyes of the patch of skin that shows when he raises his hand to run his fingers through his hair, making his shirt ride up a little.
I love my shoulders; they're strong. I like the way they move, and I like the way they look in clothes.
Under Kate's tireless and frankly intrusive instruction, my legs and underarms are shaved to perfection, my eyebrows plucked, and I am buffed all over.
Where do the noses go? I always wondered where the noses would go.