u/DesiJalebi

Shoulders

There’s something about a man’s shoulders that undoes me a little.Not even in a sexual sense, at least not at first.

Not the perfectly sculpted kind.

Not the gym-bro, veins-popping kind either.

Just... real shoulders.

The kind that look tired after a long day.

The kind hidden beneath old t-shirts and rolled sleeves.

The kind that instinctively shifts you behind them when something feels off. I notice the little things:

the way his shirt stretches across his back,the absent-minded roll of his shoulders after a long day,the subtle way he places himself between you and chaos.

I don’t know why that gets to me so much.

Maybe because shoulders are where men seem to carry everything silently: stress, responsibility, exhaustion, people they love.

What they don't carry is the peace of their own mind. They dont tell you the demons they carry, fighting and surviving everyday.. and yet the shoulders, they always have space for me.. my thoughts, my head and my legs..

- a woman who is absolutely normal about men’s shoulders