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The most beautiful thing in the world is to be a woman in Mongolian mountains, where your only worry is whether it's snowing or not. I was born and raised in this harsh beauty, surrounded by endless steppes of green grass. My hair is short, my breasts small but round like the hills around me, my hips big and curvy from climbing them so many times as a child.
I have always been drawn to the vast expanse of the open fields, where I can run freely with no boundaries or worries. The wind in my hair is what makes me feel truly alive. My ass has grown bigger from years of horseback riding and running through these endless plains. It's not uncommon for us Mongolians to go without clothes when we are working outside; it's a part of our culture, a sign of respect for the land and nature.
My family is proud of who I am - the last child born into a family that has lived here for generations. My mother taught me how to ride horses from before I could walk. She said it was a gift given to us Mongolians by the gods. It's what makes our lives richer and more meaningful than anyone else. As I stand here in these mountains, my small breasts pressed against my chest as I lean forward slightly for balance, I feel like I am truly home.
