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for some odd reason women in Latin America think that life is a beauty pageant. all women will go out of their way just to look good and "fuckable" and attract men or just dominating the dating pool in general. as a result of this plastic surgeries and other risky cosmetic procedures have now become really common in my native country Dominican Republic along with other Latin American countries like Colombia, Venezuela, Brazil, etc.

I'll be honest, this is pretty toxic for the fact that these cosmetic procedure are not just cheating but are also harmful in the long run. is also toxic because this makes our women very superficial in many ways. but looking at the bright side at least our women know that big boobs and big booties are what turn men on and they seem not to mind fulfilling that.

women in America in the other hand are the polar opposite. the majority of them are obese and even worst they never want to fix themselves in any way whether its for their own good health or for other more superficial reasons. they instead demand that men must accept for who they are and again instead of fixing themselves they attack the men as if we are not allow to have our preferences. they result to calling us "misogynist pigs" and many other negative terms that helps them cope with their misery.

till then I was wondering, which one you think its more toxic?

I asked an AI to shorten my original details so this post made not sound like me.

ok so I think I said this before in my old account but when I was a kid my mom used to run a side hustle selling women’s underwear and lingerie. Since we didn’t have a storefront, she’d either sell at home or go to customers’ places, and I’d tag along to help carry the merchandise.

obviously clients were always women, mostly in their 20s and older. I vividly remember how they’d casually strip down to try on bras and panties, asking each other stuff like, “Does this fit? does it make my boobs perkier? does it make my ass look bigger? you Think my man would like it?” and rarely cared that I was there; others might point it out, but they’d brush it off, saying things like, “He’s just a kid; it’s fine,” or even tell me directly, “is ok honey, you don’t need to look away.”

anyways unlike the typical American, I didn’t grow up feeling weird about nudity. But now as an adult, thinking back, it’s got me questioning. Its like now those moments feel connected to the way modern feminists sometimes use public nudity as a form of “empowerment.” Whether it’s women in protests today stripping down for attention or those in the 60s burning bras, there’s this pattern of framing nudity as liberation.

Looking back, I wonder since my mom’s customers did not see me as a threat that they probably were using my presence to feem empowered themselves Consciously or not, since they might’ve been feeding off the idea of being seen but thought there werent gonna be any consequences since I was a kid. its like the dots are suddenly connecting now.