Sex appeal, who has it and who doesn’t, I suppose that’s the main topic of the legs story. Or this could be a discussion about beauty being in the eye of the beholder, either way I promised an explanation about the legs and by now my brother is avoiding my page because the legs representing his sister is giving him the willies so I’d better get on with it.
I’ve always battled my weight and issues arising from being overweight. I was a normal, active, skinny child so the weight issue came along with puberty and all the other insecurities that crop up at that age. My self loathing and insecurities about my weight knew no end for a good long while until my inherent belief in my self worth kicked in. About this time, I realized I was reasonably smart and could pretty much accomplish anything I wanted if I set my mind to the task. Still, there were times when being thin would have saved me from some awful treatment by the dim witted majority known as teenage boys. Even into my twenties, I would shy away from groups of men in social settings. One man, all alone, can be trusted to act like a gentleman but get a group of immature guys together and you have a recipe for striking terror in the heart of the ‘fat chick’ who is certain to be the target.
To make matters worse, I live in Southern California, the home of Hollywood as well as more plastic surgeons and diet centers than anywhere else in the world. The women around here are like the cars I see on the freeway. Sparkling SUV’s with the upgraded sports package out rank old beater Datsuns by at least 10 to 1. If you don’t have a full rack up front and minimal junk in the trunk you are just not going to make it around here. They say you shouldn’t read fashion magazines if you want to keep your self esteem intact. Around here those waif model types are walking around freely, no need to buy a magazine to feel like you need a head-to-toe black burka to appear in public.
So, getting back to the main point of this dissertation, I made my peace with my kickin’ hips and curvy form a while ago. I grew a thicker skin and worked on my charm and twisted sense of humor. We all have something special about us…and for most of us it’s not the shape of our ass. It took me a while to figure it out, but it’s all good, I learned. So, at about the time I decided “To hell with looks, I can be all that and the bag of chips anyway,” I found out that there is this alternative counter culture of men who like a little meat on their women. No, scratch that, they like a woman who is just bustin’ out all over and then some.
Now, I’ve been married since I was about 2 so I'm late to finding out about all this. The first time a man hit on me and made it clear that the Plus Size package was his preference, I was completely floored. “What? You’re kidding right?” I’m just sure that the first thing this guy is going to want (after getting into my queen size pants) is to see if there’s any hope that I’ll go on a diet. But, lo and behold, it seems there is a whole culture of men and women on this crazy planet of ours that are not only okay with being Goddess stature but prefer it over those boney women we’re all envying around here.
My girlfriend, Frenchie Pooh is one of those model types. She is lythe and winsome, tall and statuesque. Recently, she went to a gym in LA that had a more rounded ethnicity than we get down here in the glaringly white OC. At this gym the women who were getting all the attention were the ones with the full package, Amazonian curves pushing the limits of their spandex. Frenchie was floored, she couldn't get the time of day. I'm still having a hard time believing her, usually I'm completely invisible standing next to her.
All this came up when Alli Pie and I got on the topic of Goddess potential, so there you have it. It seems that whether you’ve got the legs to fill size 2 stockings or are on the other end of the spectrum, there is likely someone out there in this nutty world looking for you. Yet one more reason for me to stop feeling like I need to blend into the woodwork, lol.
BBW and proud of it? Not yet, but I'm learning!
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