This isn’t quite the kind of story I usually find on here. I probably told too much background, but I think it helped me communicate exactly how this experience felt to me. It’s probably not everyone’s cup of tea, but please be nice! I’ve never written anything like this before. It’s a real experience, and I feel kind of vulnerable sharing it.
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I’ve never been very daring, sexually. As a teenager, I had very low self-esteem. My nose was too big for my face, and the Harry Potter style glasses I got in 5th grade didn’t help things. My breasts came early, and the attention always felt negative, though I’m sure it wasn’t intended that way. I wore my invisibility cloak of jeans and oversized shirts for years and thwarted all male attention by tactically avoiding anyone who showed interest.
Then, when I was 21, I met my husband. He was just a guy at the time, but we hit it off quickly. I had just recently realized that I wasn’t a troll- I was actually kind of cute. I had grown into my nose and started to find my own style. I slept with my future husband almost immediately (losing my virginity at 21), which felt reckless and thrilling. We dated, got engaged, married, and loved each other.