Does your size identity affect your body image?
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@TakoAlice8 That’s a good question. I guess for me this is only a problem in a consensual, loving scenario where I actually care about what the shrunken lady thinks of my looks. Simply put, I would hope that if she could see something attractive in me at normal size, her change of perspective wouldn’t nullyfing this.
In that case, my love and need for a tiny woman overtakes my own lack of self-confidence on the scale. In fact, I think part of this fantasy was born out of my extreme shyness, a coping mecanism - seeing girls as small, innofensive in my mind. It’s hard to understand if you haven’t lived through this, especially in the 80s where parents weren’t attuned to social anxiety, autism, etc.
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It probably stems from it, I’m frickin miniscule for a guy my age from my area and wish I was not this small.
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@LuvShrunkenGirls you want to take all my inches
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@TakoAlice8 I’ve been doing some thinking about this, because I genuinely didn’t feel like my interest with Shrinking Women (or some of the other related kinks) had any connection to my body. I’d always assumed this was springing up from my overactive imagination. This was always a “creative” outlet for me and I saw my interest in it as sort of the adult version of when kids play cowboys and indians.
Now the unnecessary autobiography.
But I did realize something that might be more like what some folks have talked about. I have always been a big guy. I’m just over 6’ and lift weights, I played a bunch of sports in high school (I was/am built like a lineman not a quarterback). And I have a rather big personality.
I guess you could think of my natural disposition as John Rhys-Davies or Brian Blessed, or if you watch anime “that American guy” who is usually a mechanic. I was in theatre and loved the stage, I sing well and play a couple of instruments.
But from early on I was constantly being told to be quiet or various other versions of “don’t stand out and don’t take up space”. The church I grew up in was full of people who were salt of the earth small town people, and the culture there was positive but sober. They didn’t like noise or noisy people (we sang acapella with no mics etc).
My father (also a big man) constantly cautioned me that my size, my voice, my manner would put people off. He was in sales and had constantly had to temper his own size and personality to be a good salesman. So what did I do? I cranked hard down. After a few years I found that I had formed a habit of constantly dialing down, pulling back, trying to take up less space.
Despite my strength I’m constantly frustrated that I hold things too delicately. I touch everything like I’m going to break it. Can you see where this is going?
Girls like manliness, of course. But I’ve been programmed for decades that girls are fragile and breakable. So…
Oddly enough now that I look at it, I can see the symmetry. If I could shrink a woman, she could enjoy all the intensity she wanted she could be satisfied by the overwhelming experience of masculine energy and I want that for any woman I am intimate with. She can have that even while I’m holding back, holding her like she might shatter. I don’t have to worry about hurting her or scaring her in a bad way, she wants my “bigness”.
Anyway, I don’t think that’s why I have the kink, but it certainly is why the kink and others related to it continue to flourish in my imagination year after year.
