Thirty One: For a gambler likes his women fancy

Quite a few experiences of late have shown me that I'm totally okay with different body types. As a general rule, I don't comment on anyone's body unless some certain criteria are met. I'm against body shaming and well, I'm quite happy with my own body as a whole, and believe everybody else should be too. But this recent trip has made me question my choices. I might be restoring some certain standards. I need to lose this acquired taste: The one that tells me everything deserves a try. Not everything does. I'm on a race and it's killing time, but I don't have enough of it anyway.