(This is an experimental piece in trying to write from a woman's viewpoint. You will have to tell me if I succeeded or not.) That I have breasts full and protruding does not make me a woman. That I have supple skin a roundness or sweet flow does not make me a woman. Nor is it the smile of my dark hidden garden, neither is it the sweet curves and crevasses of me that make me a woman. It is your perception that makes me female. It is your rising nature that lets you know, but it is my character that makes me a woman and it is you who makes me whole.