Proving Size Isn’t Everything

You’ve always been self-conscious about your size, haven’t you? It’s not that you’re small, but compared to the guys in the locker room or the ones you see in movies, you feel inadequate. Your partner has never made you feel this way, but you can’t shake the feeling that you’re missing out. Last night, you found yourself wondering what it would be like to be bigger, to see the look of pure desire in your partner’s eyes. You want to be confident, to own your body, but it’s hard when you feel like you’re lacking in this one department. Maybe it’s time to spice things up, to prove to yourself (and your partner) that size isn’t everything.

The thought has been gnawing at you for weeks now. You catch yourself stealing glances at porn magazines, comparing yourself to the airbrushed bodies and exaggerated proportions. You know it’s silly, but the seed of doubt has been planted, and it’s growing into a full-blown oak tree of insecurity. You’ve always been confident in other areas of your life—your career, your sense of humor, your ability to make people feel at ease—but when it comes to your body, you feel like you’re coming up short.

Your partner, Lisa, has never given you any reason to doubt her attraction to you. She’s always been supportive and loving, but lately, you’ve found yourself questioning her reactions. Are her moans of pleasure genuine, or is she just being polite? Do her eyes linger on other men when she thinks you’re not looking? You shake your head, trying to dislodge these negative thoughts, but they persist like a bad case of heartburn.

Last night, as you lay in bed beside her, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. What would it be like to be bigger? To fill her completely, to see her eyes roll back in ecstasy? The thought was intoxicating, and you found yourself growing hard at the mere idea of it. You reached out, tentatively touching her hip, but she was already asleep, her breathing deep and even. You sighed, pulling your hand back, and rolled over, staring at the ceiling until sleep finally claimed you.

You want to be confident, to own your body and your sexuality, but it’s hard when you feel like you’re lacking. You’ve tried talking to friends about it, but they either laugh it off or offer unsolicited advice that only makes you feel more inadequate. You’ve considered going to a therapist, but the thought of baring your soul to a stranger feels almost as exposing as standing naked in a room full of people.

Maybe it’s time to take matters into your own hands, literally. You smile at the thought, a mischievous glint entering your eye. Maybe you need to spice things up, to prove to yourself—and Lisa—that size isn’t everything. You start to formulate a plan, your mind racing with possibilities. You could surprise her with a sexy note in her lunch, or maybe even a little something from the sex shop downtown. The thought of her reaction makes your heart race with anticipation.

You decide to start small, with a sensual massage. You’ll set the mood, dim the lights, and use scented oils to create an atmosphere of relaxation and desire. You’ll take your time, exploring every inch of her body, showing her that your touch is all she needs. And who knows? Maybe by the time you’re done, she’ll be begging for more, and you’ll finally be able to silence those pesky insecurities.

As you drift off to sleep, a small smile plays on your lips. Tomorrow is a new day, and with it comes a new opportunity to prove to yourself—and Lisa—that you have nothing to be self-conscious about. Size isn’t everything, and it’s high time you started believing it.