Prince, with a white horse or without it, wanted. I am sure every woman typed this ad in her head at least once in her life. The fact is, when you need a prince or at least some man to feel the beauty of the summer when love is practically in the air and everyone walk in couples or to feel warm during long winter evenings when everybody sit at home being obsessed with each other…whatever, the fact is that in these moments all the men in the vicinity seem to become extinct. Or, and it is even worse, the men are present, but they look more like horses than the princes themselves.
It’s well-known that beautiful female figure is extremely attractive to the opposite sex. I’ve asked some of my friends what part of the body excite them most of all. Some of the guys confessed it was a breast, and the rest pointed to the long beautiful legs. While we can put on a push up bra to enlarge our bosom, things are complicated with our legs.
But there are ways out. I am not talking about going into hospital, having both your legs cut open, the bones broken and metal rods inserted. Of course not.
Break-up is one of the most difficult periods of your life, when you do not want to do anything, lose interest in life and can not imagine that there will be any future for you after the end of your relationship with somebody whom you loved. It is difficult to get over it if it was his decision to part, but it becomes even more difficult if this decision belongs to you. There are certain situations when you love a person but understand that it is impossible to be together any more, in this case you feel the whole weight of responsibility for taking such step. But, once this step is taken, one question remains – how to live after break-up and whether this miserable existence can really be called life?
When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I do is… C’mon, ladies, complete the phrase yourself! I look at the mirror. Before I realize myself in this world, before I think over the first weak idea that comes up to my sleeping mind – I look at the mirror. And so do lots of women like me. It’s our folly, it’s a necessity. After that, there starts the most terrible part…TA-DA! I start thinking: I’m fat!…or…I’m ugly!…..or….Whatever.
The number of women’s hangups is huge. No, really huge. We all have some kind of idol in mind, some average ideal woman to reach the level of whose beauty is a maniac idea of every girl. And thus we are constant observers and analyzers of other woman’s perfection and our own wart.
So, what are the most terrible and horrifying hangups ever known to the humanity? To my mind there three main of them giving birth to smaller variations.