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Originally Posted by Ewok
As a member of the boob squad.....
5 inch heels, a mini skirt and cleavage showing shirt,... I wear what I want when I want because I want to. Period. Thankfully, I live in a country that allows me the freedom to do so.
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Amen sister, and more power too you. I seldom read so many words I like in one sentance/paragraph then as in yours, so thanks.
Of all the women in my life, in whom I have the upmost repect for, my Grandmother, (RIP), my mother and sisters, cousins, ex-wives (2), ex-GFs, (many and counting), wives of buddies and friends, etc. All have one common element or theme, and that is
empowerment.
All do exactly what they want, while myself and all their men, (respectively) just think, "Why are they so damn cute?"
My father taught me a trick. Sometimes you have to make them hate you just enough that they walk away, so you can just watch them, walk away (wink, wink). In our house, it was when my father was washing engine parts in the dish-washer.
Nothing is quite are beautiful as a confident woman.
As for fashion police. I've been accused of having nicer legs then my date when we're out at the local pub and I'm wearing a kilt. Go figure.