This is a very intimate picture. Rarely do I ever invite a friend to get an up close and personal look at any part of my body, and this girl is doing it with a smile on her face.
There is genuine enjoyment that can be found in taking in the feel of nature. The feel of a flower’s petal against our hip is feeling lost to those who remain covered or refused to slow down and embrace the world around them.
I’ve always questioned why bikinis made a person appropriately dressed when they hardly cover any of the body. This woman’s body is largely as exposed in the left-most state as she is in the right-most. With such a minute difference, it makes little sense why beaches have to be separated into clothing optional or not optional, and the requirement makes our society seem quite immature.
I’m not the partying type, but this does look like fun.
Which picture is more provocative?
The one on the left offers a glimpse of midriff, hinting at where the lines of her hip bones may go, stirring the imagination. The shirt has an opening atop her cleavage, suggesting that her breasts are large enough to fight their way out.
The picture on the right shows that her breasts aren’t large and does little to draw our eyes towards them. The lines of her hips are lost amongst the countless other lines of her body we have to take in. With her body plainly available to see, there’s little left to the imagination and the most attention grabbing element becomes the smile on her face.
No one in this picture has their eyes on the girl, as it should be in an ideal world where a person’s nudity isn’t cause for alarm.
I feel that were I have to have grown up seeing my parents in the nude, I wouldn’t think anything of it. My dad has always lounged around the house in his underwear while my mom has not, so when I do catch glimpses of her skin, it’s not awkward because she’s a woman, but because I’m not used to it. Whereas with my dad, I’m used to seeing everything that isn’t covered by his underwear.