Sunday Photo Fiction: We All Look


Dressed in cut-off denim shorts and a black halter top, a slim figure with rounded breasts and hips, distracted men who passed by her at the race track.

Many females with their men, gave the woman dirty looks. Elma elbowed Nathaniel.

“I can’t help it,” Nathaniel complained. “It’s a biological instinct.”

“Yeah right,” said Elma is wife of thirty-years. 

“It’s true Elma. Men naturally stare at other woman, it’s an evolutionary thing.” Nathaniel said.

“Oh hell. Did you have to bring this up?” 

“Let me explain. Once men look they’re done. Even if in that moment we’re comparing a pretty lady to our wives, we don’t remember what woman we were looking at.” 

Elma muttered something under her breath.

“I’ve never been able to not look. Most guys would say the same, even our sons. But your average guy doesn’t want to be with a stranger he’s giving the once over,” Nathaniel said.

“We’re with our wives because we love them. Because we like being with them, even if their figures aren’t perfect, or they have stretch marks from babies, it doesn’t matter.”

Elma stopped walking. “I guess that makes sense. But why are you still checking out that woman? You’ve already seen how she looks?” Nathaniel mumbled something.

At the same time, local male strippers were signing posters for women at the race track. Elma shrieked, “I’ll be right back.” 

Returning, she peered at her signed poster and back at the shirtless muscular strippers with a smile on her lips.

 “Ahem,” Nathaniel said. 

Elma smiled at Nathaniel and clasped his hand in hers.

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Sorry for the lateness on this prompt. I’m not into race car driving and had to think of a way to approach this picture. Thanks to Alistair Forbes who hosts SPF.

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Poem: Spanx


It doesn’t matter the point in history you’re from;

Whether you wore corsets, girdles, or wear spanx.

Woman are always trying to look like they have a thinner waist;

Or, maybe men like them that way?

There’s no point in denying, we are killing our insides,

When we wear ‘shape wear’ day in and out;

To smooth all the bumps and curves,

To make are tummies flat and are thighs thin.

Thank you spanx for all you’ve done.

Your leggings and jeans hold everything in,

And when I choose to wear a dress,

It’s great that I can’t breathe or eat,

You have really set the bar high for what we should look like,

You’re just trying to make women perfect,

And suck the life out of our beauty standards.

When we suffer to be beautiful.

When we suffer to be thin.

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