As far as I remember the bottom was the most beautiful and important feminine part of a female body for me (and I have never changed my opinion later) since I saw the very first photo of a nude young woman in some magazine endpage, in early 1970s, when I was four or so. It was a black and white photo, two inches high, and not the high resolution one, but this was the standard in socialist countries in 1960s/70s. I cut out this photo and I was saving it carefully for a year or two, and soon I begun to try to draw with pen a copy of the genuine curves of her back (and that's how my sketching ability begun to develop!). She was beautiful, standing upright, with one leg straight and the second slightly bent, so one buttock was lifted slightly higher than another. She had shoulder long blonde hair and she was peeking over her shoulder to the camera with a simple, friendly smile, not a promiscuous "business smile of a sex worker", if you know what I mean, so I was deeply impressed as a child and as a (very) young man with her simple beauty and plainness. She was the first woman I could call my crush and my muse!
