I'm going to try my own experiment- I'm going to pretend I'm Gia for a week. If I carry myself in this same manner, will I exude the same sexiness? Well, of course not, but I might eek out a little sexy. One of the things I love the most about her is her love for her boyfriend. I'm obsessed, so I follow her on Instagram. There are many pictures of the two of them. I'm sure you're imagining a suave, Clooney looking guy. Nope. She's with a skinny, tattooed guy with a huge beard. It's adorable. Practically every comment under his posts of them are "Dude, you're so lucky" or "Your woman is smoking". By the way they look at each other, you can tell it's pure love. I think he posted "My everything" under one picture of her and made my heart melt. I can't say that I never go for good-looking guys because that would be a blatant lie. Seriously, look at my current boyfriend. But, I don't give a shit about money or status. That's very evident by almost everyone I've dated. I like that a lot of pin up models have regular boyfriends. It's the height of adorable.
I must say that my boyfriend is a huge reason why I'm more comfortable with my body, also. He dotes on me and my curves. The parts of my body that I'm most uncomfortable with, he loves. My butt is huge in my mind, but he loves it. My thighs and hips are out of control, but he compliments them all the time. I was so nervous when he first saw me naked, but was immediately surprised by his delight in my curves. His constant compliments have made me feel like a beautiful woman in his presence. I've never had a man be so wonderful to me in that aspect. With the exception of one, the rest of the guys I've dated have never payed me any compliments. After a while, you doubt your self worth. Coming from a childhood of intense criticism from my peers, I need constant reassurance that I'm not hideous. I think those are mental scars that will never heal. So, my gratitude goes out to Gia Genevieve for showing me how to rock that body and Vasily for loving all of the parts of mine that I hate. I think, for some time, I'll hold my head high.