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I'm 50. Size 12 and with the usual wobbles and body insecurities.
I'm quite curvy in the sense that I have boobs, a waist and hips but my boobs really aren't what they once were and my bum has always been bigger and rounder than I'd like, my tummy is a bit wobbly and i have a c section scar with all the joys that brings... my proportions haven't really changed since my early 20s whether I've been a 10 or a 16.
I've never felt attractive, never felt sexy, never felt quite 'good enough'. Always felt I've been compared unfavourably to other women over the years - firstly, by my mum, then by men and, eventually, by myself...
I don't think I've ever dated anyone who hasn't made a critical observation about my body or my shape either directly; by telling me that, if I tried, I could be attractive; or just by their silence and/or appreciative comments about other women who look nothing like me.
And now here I am. That acceptance and body confidence that I read about other women achieving just hasn't happened for me. And faking the confidence hasn't worked because its when I've felt I looked my best or been my most confident that the criticisms/comments have been more forthcoming.
Anyway. I'm in a relationship and we've been together for around 3 and a half years. It was fine to begin with but those old insecurities are really rearing their head at the moment and I need a bit of guidance.
I know that he would like me to wear 'sexy' underwear. Nothing trashy - just nice lingerie. But I can't. I feel foolish, enormous and that it would just highlight my imperfections. I'd feel slef conscious. I'm sure he'd appreciate the effort but I feel uncomfortable at the idea of comforming to a stereotype and then disappointing because it would still only be me wearing it.
But I do wonder of I could feel differntly about it. I've bought stockings before. But they're languishing in my top drawer unused and unseen because I'm 5'3 and they look ridiculous, cut into my thighs and look the absolute opposite of sexy. Suspender belts just highlight my large lily white arse. And then I remember this and wonder why I'm even posting and put my oodie back on and sit under a blanket on the sofa.
Any words of wisdom?