I recently had the pleasure of visiting the beautiful and world famous Moulin Rouge dinner and cabaret club in Paris. The icon, made famous from the British made movie of the same name and starring the ever gorgeous Ewan McGregor, is home to the best and most beautiful dancers in the continent, who perform with an array of costumes, sets and themes – yet are famed for their topless and lingerie inspired outfits.
It was during this time, sat less than 5 metres away from a stage full of perfectly made up girls with their breasts bouncing around with every high kick, that I finally understood what all the magazines fail to tell us about the human body – that we’re all totally different, and yet all totally beautiful.
“My limbs work, so I’m not going to complain about the way my body is shaped.” – Drew Barrymore
These women, famed for their pure elegance and outstanding figures, dance around the stage in high rise thongs and loose weave fishnet tights, all 100% confident and assured in their talents and abilities within the musical theatre world. Adorned in feathers and sequins, these women were the epitome of beauty. Their legs could reach new heights, with yoga skills to rival even the best of the British gymnastic team.
And yet none of them had thigh gaps. None of them had stick thin legs. None of them had flat bottoms or even particularly big breasts. Instead, they all had perfectly toned thighs from hours of dancing in heels, a beautifully rounded derrière that would give even Kimmy K a run for her money, and stomachs that showed not even a hint of a six pack.
“I might have a little bit of cellulite. I might not be toned everywhere. But accepting that just empowers me.” – Kim Kardashian
Their boobs ranged from wholesome D cups, resting perfectly and symmetrically on their chest, to smaller B cups that bounced in different directions, with a few that were clearly unmatched and far from what we’ve been taught to be “perfect”. But here they are, on stage as the cream of the Parisian crop to adorn the cabaret stage.
As such, I enjoyed nothing more than spending my evening admiring boobs, checking out bums and drooling over their perfectly toned thighs.
“Everyone tries to look a cookie-cutter kind of way, and actually the people who look different are the ones who get picked up.” – Meryl Streep
Mr Becky, on the other hand, was “unfortunately” (no, I don’t get it either) sat on the front row of the theatre, meaning he was quite literally hit in the face with feathers and skirts as boobs flew past his face. While most would consider this a literal dream come true, apparently the close nature meant he couldn’t quite get away with being so blatant in his viewing.
But he still likes my boobs, so that’s all that matters.
The moral of the story is that, quite simply, everyone is different. I saw so much nakedness from what are meant to be the most beautiful women around, and yet none of them looked like me. In fact, none of them looked like each other, and none of them looked like any celebrity that I’ve seen. Everyone’s boobs bounce when they jump around – everyone’s bum wiggles when they walk down stairs – and everyone has infinitely better legs when wearing high heels. The truth – everyone is different, and everyone is beautiful.
“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and to be loved in return”. – Moulin Rouge