I eat healthy, I feel healthy and I do my check-ups like any other person who loves herself. The doctor told me to watch my weight so yes I am watching it. My hips and boobs are God given and I know you envy me.
My beauty flows to the outside, God decided to share it with the world instead of having it all bottled up. I cannot help but look at the world treat us voluptuous women like there is something wrong with us. We end up not fitting in these communities because every girl wants to have a “hot” friend. Hot being defined as tiny, flat tummy and all that.
I am not going to lie to you but the happiness inside when I check me out in the mirror. Whenever I get dressed I turn around admiring myself in my stilettos. The bubbly person inside me just cannot wait to get out there and laugh with people. I call myself big mama, I know someone else out there is calling me another name. It does not hurt me; I am in shape. Big is a very safe shape, thank you for your concern.
The circle of friends I have fit in my kind of lifestyle. They eat as much as I do so I do not need a baby sitter and someone telling me to starve myself or eat lettuce. I am not a rabbit. I appreciate all animals and the yummy meat they give to us, that is why I pray every day before my meal for God to multiply everything.
If there was a problem with my weight, there would not be any clothes designed for me and I would not fit in these gorgeous Louboutin shoes. there would not have designed the king/queen size bed, that goes to show how much they appreciate us.
I am comfortable in my own body and skin tone. I do not wish to be anybody else because then I would have a different character. I live a healthy life and I eat healthy food like you. I wear the same clothes as you but in a different size. I am treated the same as you because there is nothing special about your weight maybe if you can tell me what is it that I am missing out on, I would understand. The only persons who treated me with respect was back then when I did not have a car and I would ride on a bus, someone would stand up so I can sit. That did not make me feel belittled but it felt good, I get to sit while you stand, good for you.
I hate to brag but I believe those who say “the only reason I’m fat is because a tiny body couldn’t store all this personality.” No offence intended.