This was a dream come true!
I finally got to Paris fashion week with my Dad!
He is a designer and goes every year for a
whole month
of fashion season and until now I have been unable to go because, according to my father, "backstage at a fashion show is no place for a young, impressionable girl."
I always suspected Daddy was trying to save me from the pressure of being in the same room as all those
incredibly thin runway models
, afraid of me somehow feeling the need to compete, even though I have
extreme curves
-- just like my mother.
The fact is that clothes really do look better on rail-thin bodies, but as my dad always tells my mother, "curvy bodies look better naked."
It was so sweet of him to say, and since I have grown up with all this curvy body positivity, I have embraced my
juicy ass
and
heavy tits
for as long as I can remember, loving how they make my waist look so small.
Daddy designs clothing for voluptuous women, but those luscious curvy models Daddy regularly worked with were definitely not the norm backstage in the fashion world.
Since I would be turning 19 on the 1st of April, this time Daddy had no excuse not to bring me along. I convinced both parents I was old enough to handle a
big girl trip
with Daddy.
Besides, they named me April because of my birthday -- which
he always missed
because he had to work the show in Europe.
So I played the guilt card. And why not? Got me to Paris.
The week had been magical, getting to see my Daddy at work and be in the middle of the glamour of Paris, the city of fashion and love. I had seen my Dad at work before but never quite like this. He was the go-to person, the conductor of the runway, always ready with a quick solution to a problem or comforting a manic model as she tried to assemble herself to walk. And he was always right in the center of the most gorgeous collection of women I had ever seen, calmly explaining his vision. They all adored him, fawned over him even. And why not? My Dad was objectively hot. Fit. Funny. Charming. Sexy.
Afterwards, Daddy and I would go to the most delicious dinners with the most interesting people, then stroll back to our hotel arm in arm. Paris is special.
Mom is a CPA and since this is her busy season, Dad and I decided to take a long drive down the coast to Marbella -- so we could hang out in paradise until the end of tax season when she could finally come up for air.
I could not believe it when we opened the door to our beautiful vacation villa and realised the beach only steps away from the back, with the most saturated blue water I have ever laid eyes upon.
"Oh Daddy, I have got to be in that water. I am changing right now!"
I skipped into the nearest bedroom and excitedly rummaged through my bag for the brand new silver bikini we bought in Paris. This was going to be amazing! I can't believe the place Dad had arranged for us to stay in through a friend -- it was incredible.
As I put my bikini on, I had a bit of trouble staying in it. I mean, I tried to get the top to fit over my breasts and they just spilled out or pillowed around.
This is crazy!