Sometimes even I don't know, do my clothes match my personality or the other way around? Who am I naked? I see myself, with my mind's eyes searching the thrift shops, endlessly, the malls and the small chic stores, for new clothes, new wrappings that would make my body look in a certain way, highlight my curves, the tight clothes' deep cleavages pressing my boobs together softly, until a thin film of perspiration, like the morning dew, appears between them, in that deep soft point. I think of the long fields of blossoming cotton that make my shirts as I look into the mirror, I th... Show more