still found her body beautiful and mesmerizing. I would steal looks and peeks whenever I could. I never thought of sex with my mom, but was addicted to her body. As I grew older and girls grew into women I was surrounded and suffocated by the same shapes and figures I loathed for. Everywhere I looked I saw breasts in tank tops and asses in skin tight blue jeans. This was before lulu lemons and tights. The way a woman’s body curves in and out from her shoulders, squeezes into