It's interesting to hear people compare Hayley Atwell
with the American busty babe, Christina Hendricks. I think the two beauties are in leagues of their own. I wouldn't detract from the bodacious level of either of them by saying that you could compare the two. Christina does her thing, a dolled, tarted up piece of dyed-red-hair, retro-bodied, escaped from the trailer park thing. (If you so much as give me shit about that, think long and hard about how many beautiful girls you knew who grew up in hard conditions and ran off to become adored and successful.) Atwell, on the other hand, is the more educated looking of the two, that girl who might have been considered a little chubby instead of womanly when she was younger. Who was wearing big sweaters and dark colors and reading books at lunchtime until one smart person came in and put a different mirror in front of her face. There is no affectations about Hayley which suggest she's had to struggle with how she was treated by others based solely on her looks. She has the air of a woman who learned that power on her own and is cleverly - and quite impressively - using it all on her own.
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