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I'm A Big Woman
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I'm A Big Woman I'm a big Woman. There I said it. You would probably call me fat, obese, large, plump, chubby, roly poly, jiggly, thick, curvy, voluptuous, or any number of good or bad words that all mean the same damn thing. I'm a big Woman. At 5'8", I'm the tallest Woman in my family, and at 229# I'm also the heaviest. I've been heavy since I was knee high to a grasshopper, but not in the "Hercules Hercules Hercules" kind of heavy. The running joke in the family has always been that I could get a job as a defensive lineman for the Green Bay Packers. Coupled with the size of my tits and the width of my hips, I could be a substitute on a dairy farm. Yup. I'm one hell of a Woman. All through middle and high schools, I dealt with the popular making fun of me because of my weight and my build, the whole Fatty Fatty Two by Four chant, jocks and<b> cheerleaders </font></b>sneering and jeering at me as I sweated like a motherfucker jogging around the track or along the cross country trails, the wrestling team laughing at me as I hit the weights like a fanatic. No one knew that, at the age of 14, I could dead lift a short block with ease, despite being "overweight". No one cared that I could push a full-sized car 1/4 mile without issue while my older brother steered. It didn't matter to anyone that I had been swinging an 8# sledge since I was 8 years old, or hauling and chopping wood since that same age either. For years (and even now) my brother calls me his 200# wench (a play on the word "winch"), as I've been used to push or pull any number of vehicles out of some sort of situation. All that mattered was that I was fat. Even to this day, that's all that matters. Guys will see the tits, the face, the hair, the ass, and think "Holy shit, this chick is perfect!!!" then they see me in person, and suddenly... BAM... nothing but assholes and elbows. Or, worse yet, they don't even show. It doesn't matter that they spoke of how perfect you are, how much you fit their ideal, how beautiful you look, HOW YOU'RE PERFECT THE WAY YOU ARE. All bullshit. Every. Single. Fucking. Word. And men are trying to figure out why women are so fucked in the head? Huh. Think about it for a minute, if y'all would be so kind. Instead of trying to fit into the cookie cutter mold in high school, I chose another path. I chose to be who and what I am, to own my body in ALL of its glory, and to embrace it as a gift. I found out then that many folks were intimidated by me because of my size and my resting bitch face. Believe that I capitalized on that. All it took was one show of strength (and one show of bat shit crazy), and my reputation was set. Yes, I was still fat, but no one made fun of me anymore, at least not to my face. I didn't have to spread my legs to find validation or acceptance, and I didn't have to have a man tell me I was pretty or beautiful or wanted. I found all of that on my own. To this day, it still seems to hold true. I'm still a big Woman. My tits are still huge, and so are my ass and hips. I still have long hair, and thighs that touch. I have a belly. I've had piercings, and I have tattoos. Some parts I shave, some parts I trim, some parts have never seen a razor. I've been through life experiences that tried to destroy me and exes that did their level best to finish the job. I know what it can do, the pleasures it can bring, the pain it can take. If you're so hung up on the visual, then go find some cookie cutter gingerbread female to dip your wick into, and leave me be. Get off my page. Get out of my space. Stop looking at my pictures. I never professed to be perfect. I only stated I was real. “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!” ― Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967 I'm different. I will give you my treasure chest of darkness first. If you can handle that, then I'll bring out my shining moons. If one cannot handle the darkness, then one should not deserve the light. I have no interest in "trapping" anyone in a silken web. I have no silken web. - C. Joybell C. |
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For starters size has nothing to do with how beautiful one is. I'm what you called a large woman as I'm taller and heavier than you. Men and women love these curves and constantly want to hug and squeeze me. I would never ever think of dating or seeing someone that makes mention of size. Yes all those who say they like bbw's, chubbies, thick etc, I want to hear what you like in me not a generic mold. I'd rather hear "damn, your big ass is absolutely stunning" as that is directed directly for and about me rather than a figure if someone imagination. You're a beautiful woman without a doubt. Don't worry about your size at all just let yourself flow and enjoy the life of who you are.
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If I wasn't already interested in you, this would have definitely done it. Keep it up!
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