I take pride in saying I’m a fat girl, fabulous and thick, fluffy and tender, full and tasty. Don’t it just make you happy to say that? Big from birth. Nine pounds, 13 ounces. They told my mother it was baby fat and I would grow out of it. At 41 years old, I am now 217 pounds. I didn’t grow out of it. I grew into it… Am I wrong for not saying that beauty has to be blonde hair and blue eyes and a size zero? Now, that is beautiful. But beauty is also black with nappy hair, and it could be a size 52. Beauty comes in everything. It’s what your eyes perceive to be beautiful. I just don’t choose to buy into the foolishness of what this country says we deem is beauty. Who are you?
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