#happy bimbo
It’s more than mere tits and ass and pink and a bubbly, empty head.
It’s about attitude. It’s being proud enough of who you are to flaunt it in a way there’s no mistaking you for anything else.
It’s about hyper-femininity. It’s taking all your favorite feminine qualities and injecting them with deliberate exaggeration, augmenting and enhancing them so they stand out like bright neon signs.
It’s about happiness. It’s embracing the things in life that speak to you, resonate with you, make you happy. It’s about living in a way that makes others around you happy. We need more happiness in this world.
It’s about self-improvement. It’s a never ending journey of being a better version of yourself than you were yesterday, so that every day of your life is the best you that you’ve ever been.
It’s about self-actualization. It’s making the choice and doing the work to allows you to be who you are, and not make excuses for mediocrity.
And also… dem tiddies and that ass are pretty dope, too. :)
this … “be who you are” … “we need more happiness in this world.”
THIS!
All of this!!!
This is the type of bimboisim that I really love. A lot of people get off on the humiliation and degradation kink “i’m just a stupid worthless cunt. i only exist for your abuse.” And if that’s your thing and you enjoy it, more power to you babydoll, but that really doesn’t do anything for me.
I love the bimbos who are happy. I love the bimbos who get tiny shivers of joy from being their most feminine. I want a bimbo who feels a need to serve and obey, but I also want to help her to be her best self. I want to support her on her journey to make her outside match the bimboey vision of herself that she has inside her pretty little head.
bimbos are lovely creatures and should be treasured and cherished.
P.S. If you’re like me and are interested in rebuilding our online bimbo community, go give #bespoke-bimbos a follow.
If you feel compelled to flash your panties (or lack thereof) when you get happy, then you might be a bimbo.
