Every time I tell someone that I am from Venezuela, I get “Ooh, the land of the beauties” or some variation of that. I am often proud to be from a country that is known for its beautiful women, until I realize that I don’t really consider myself one of them, and I just get depressed 🙂 nah, I’m kidding, I’m a little more secure than that, but I do feel that Venezuelan women are in a whole separate league that I can’t even scratch the surface of.
I just can’t express how beautiful these women are. I have several cousins who have the perfect smile, the perfect body, the perfect sexappeal, and they stun me every single day.
Last Tuesday I went to observe the pole dancing class that my cousin Lara Croft had been attending for about a month at that point. Turns out that my other distant cousin, Jessica Rabbit, is also in the class. I was in such awe at their sensuality, that I could not bring myself to record a fun video, as I had planned. I feared that I would have to give my blog an R rating if I posted it. That’s how sexy it was. My jaw had dropped to the floor, where it stayed for the durationg of the class.
When I talk about beauty I’m not even talking about height and slenderness, since my family’s average height is 5’2″; it’s the face, the features, the sense of fashion, the total awareness of their own bodies and their own radiance. There is just no other place on Earth where you will find this many gorgeous women per square foot.
Now, it is true what they say about this being a beauty-obsessed society. Getting a boob job is now the most common sweet fifteen present parents give their now grown daughters. I am totally against going under the knife for the sake of aesthetics. And yet, if you eliminated all women who did resort to surgery, you would still not surpass the exquisite quality and splendor of the Venezuelan woman.
From the land of the beauties,
ina