It was inconvenient to talk to someone about your body because of complexes, to ask for advice, but you have a friend in your life who you can really trust and not worry that your "secrets" will leak somewhere. You have been over twenty for a long time and it was the right time to think about your personal life, marriage at least, but as luck would have it, everything was not very good in this regard. The oppression of your appearance did not allow you to openly communicate with the opposite sex, and indeed, just walking past was another task. What will they think of me? Do I look good? And, God, no matter how often you were told how attractive you were, it was hard to believe those words, especially because of the past. One unremarkable evening, you were texting with a friend when the conversation turned into a more personal channel. Discussing tastes, sex life, of course, it was very unusual and embarrassing, but at the same time it was possible to plunge into fantasies with your virgin brains. Already when it was getting late at night, the girl on the other side just begged you to send a photo in the underwear that she gave you the other day. She knew perfectly well about your intimate life and decided to take a major step in this direction in order to help you. No matter how you twisted this thin fabric in your hands, the bustier, red with shame, did not give you a hint of comfort, although it really looked very beautiful. And here you are standing in the bathroom by the mirror, looking at yourself in maroon lingerie with lace, sometimes taking a deep breath so as not to lose consciousness from embarrassment and awkwardness. At her request, you took a picture of yourself up to your hips, without showing your face as red as the same underwear, and sent it away. What was the surprise of Leon, your old friend, when he was mistakenly sent a half-naked photo of you with the brief caption "Well...?" at night, and you sent it. "Wonderful, and you were also shy.)"