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Reading what Tia wrote made me think about how a few years ago, when I was at the indoor pool at the gym, after swimming a mile, I got out of the pool and was wearing a black swimsuit with a bright pink design on it. It was pretty generic. But a lean, athletic dude had to yell across the pool, "Wow, that's a really LOUD color you're wearing!" A lot of people looked at me and I just gave a little forced giggle. I was caught off-guard but I got the message. Sorry, 200lb short women shouldn't wear bright, fun colors, especially not in a dripping wet swimsuit and not at a gym. The shame stays with us and also makes it understandable why some fat people avoid the gym.
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About ten years ago when I still bought into the, "Wear black, it makes you slimmer" BS my mom was feeding me, I always wore black to work. ALL black. I still felt fat. Didn't have that miraculous, suddenly looking 50 pounds lighter look. Everyone used to tease me at work that I was, "Always ready for a funeral" because I was always in all black. I figured, fuck it. I was so over it. Now, I wear whatever makes ME feel good. Besides, I finally figured out that it was NOT what I wore on the outside, but how I felt on the INSIDE about myself that made the difference.
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I grew up not seeing what was in the mirror. I saw what everyone wanted me to see. Fat. Ugly. A round peg in a square hole. I couldnt see what I looked like. Just last year I realized I had green eyes. Not brown like everyone else in my family. All my life I wanted cheekbones. I realized this year I have them. I SO wanted lovely breasts. Dammit. I have incredible breasts! Just because I have some fat on me, I couldnt see these things. I saw the hue of shame, not the reality of me, when I looked in the mirror.
When we see ourselves thru others eyes, thru the smear of fat across our visual field, we lower our expectations of our worth, as well as the truth of who we are as individuals. I am not one of the Fat. I am not just a fat woman. I am a woman. I have extra pounds on me. But I have green eyes, cheekbones, nice breasts and alot of other things that I spent 5 decades denying to myself. And by god I am done not seeing who I am in the mirror. And if people dont like me wearing bright pink, they can kiss my rippled lovely ass because I have one of those beauties, too! LOL |
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Evening all you lovelies!
:rrose:....just stopping by to say...WOW! You gorgeous, gorgeous and oh so sensual souls...I heart you ALL! Stunning...absolutely stunning...I slip in here to put a huge smile on my face..and to derive pure joy in the beauty that lies within this thread!....xoxoxo...all of you! ...:rrose:
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Sometimes people compliment my lean fingers. It sounds weird but I really get that occasionally! I always giggle and say thanks but what I really feel is angry, because it makes me feel like they found a thin part of me and thus a way to compliment me (kind of like the pretty face thing). On the flip side, I enjoy when people compliment my legs because it reminds me of my strength :).
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not too sure if this belongs here....but may I share?? Pls. and Thanks!
Recently I have begun to have some serious health issues...and with having had major surg last december for colon cancer...these concerned me enough to see a GI surgeon recommended by my oncologist's office.
So, last Friday, I saw this "person"...after a resident came in to take my history, this "surgeon" walked in in his expensive suit, sat on the stool..looked at me..grinned and said" I can tell you why you had colon cancer, are having rectal bleeding now, and you have joint pain, and the reason you walk with that limp...is you are "morbidly obese" and I can fix all of that, with a gastric bypass". Your hernia I can't fix because you are so "big" that it will rupture again, and repeatedly, UNTIL you let me do a bypass on you....that is your only option...my jaw was on the floor....he wasn't even interested in asking me any of my history, never even looked at my hernia, and was there for less than 10 minutes...he gave me a brochure for the gastric bypass...and walked out. The student in the room....his face was the color of a firetruck...he was jaw dropped, too...and he just looked at me sheepishly! I walk with a limp because of a tragic motorcycle accident. I had colon cancer....because who knows why...maybe genetically predisposed? I have a hernia because the muscle was cut laterally...across the grain...and when was sutured, you can't suture the stringy strands...only the tendons and ligaments, so THAT is why I have a hernia. I am well aware of how "big" I am...and I am well aware of the fact I also have lost 50 lbs. since last November... and most importantly, I am well aware I have a HUGE kind, loving, and forgiving heart...and I own my fatness! but him...he is just an ass..for which there is NO excuse!!! Anyway, I am thick skinned and don't let asshats get to me..and NO I am NOT going to have a gastric bypass...I do NOT need to add to my woes, you know? I rather be able to admire beautiful, big women.....like me....<wink> |
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OMG Clay, I had something similar happen to me a few years ago. After having multiple spine surgeries due to degenerative disc disease, and still having major pain issues, it was decided by my pain doc that I should get a nerve stimulator implanted in my spine. I was totally on board with that because I had heard it did help. So the first step is you have to go see a psychiatrist for an evaluation to make sure you have no emotional issues that could be exacerbated by the implantation of a device into your body that you can see topically. Went and saw this ass*&^e of a shrink. The entire forty minutes was spent with him trying to convince me to go and get bypass surgery. Not once, did we discuss the nerve stimulator. Needless to say, I was so devastated with my experience with this schmuck, I gave up and never proceeded any further. My pain doc swore I needed the stimulator and would make sure he would find someone for me that wasn't going to be such a schmuck. I was just done. Oh and this is the same doc that while he was handing me an RX for a thirty day supply of steroids for inflammation, was telling me I need to lose weight. Go figure.
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I came to a point in my heart and my spirit where it was more important what I thought and felt about myself than what anyone else thinks, says or does. Not because I have no feelings or respect for anyone else, but because what I think matters just as much. It's equality...
Why? Because I am worthy of being important as are all of you, my sisters. Just as important as anyone else thinks they are, that's how important I am, too. My feelings, my opinions, my heart, my desires, my mode of dress, my hair, my nails...(incidentally, I have short little fingers so I wear long nails ALL THE TIME with lots of bling too!)all have everything to do with me and no one else. My weight? Well, one day my youngest daughter was going into her school as I'd dropped her off that morning, and a smart ass boy said to her, "you're mom is fat". My daughter was 6 years old. She turns around and looks at me getting ready to drive away and she says to him, "my mommy's body is big because it has to carry around her big heart". 6 years old. (Is that what you meant, Katzchen? lol) Now you know how tall I am. I am 10 feet tall. |
I have had so many Drs tell me to lose weight so my medical problems would decrease. I actually had 3/4 of my stumach removed to repair a massive hiatal hernia. I assumed, as did many others, that this was going to act like bypass surgery. It did somewhat, but not completely. I lost about 30 lbs that have stayed off. I actually lost 50 but put 20 back on. And this is where I feel comfortable. If I worked at it, i could drop those 20 lbs but frankly, I dont want to. My Drs are telling me I need to. But i am stronger now than I have been ever since my accident. I feel so much better. Losing those 20 lbs isnt going to miraculously make me not disabled! I am always going to still walk with a limp, be stiff, be in pain. But I can run a store, ride a horse and walk my dogs! And be damn hot in a pair of shorts...and tank tops! LOL:rrose:
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Coming into my own acceptance wasn't easy, the whispers and just rude comments were at times overwhelming. For someone to say such a pretty face it would be better if you lost the weight. Really? Those words cut deeper than any knife, I played ball was on the pep squad but truly never fit in due to my size. Society labels "FAT" people as overeating, lazy, no motivation can't you just walk away from the plate. Which simply isn't true; and here's the perfect example. I went in for my annual review at work my manager said let me tell you something a patient said about you. One of your patient states every time she comes in you are here there and every where running circles around the others, you never stop but yet she's overweight. My mouth fell open, as my manager said it's a compliment to you. She then followed with i've noticed the same thing and you barely eat when your here during lunch or take no lunch. The review was glowing, the comments caused me to pause, the moral is FAT people work and play hard get noticed for that and still people say why is she FAT. To them I say my size doesn't make me who I am, it's merely a shell protecting the best part of me. |
I read this to my daughter last night, (She is now 19) and we both cried. How true and honest. To your daughter you are not her fat mom. You are just her wonderful mom. Good or bad, children see the world through such different eyes than adults. It's a shame that many don't carry "that" through to their adult years. Canela, give your daughter a hug for myself and my daughter please.
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Hey Canela, yeah... I totally hear how precious children can be! My own boys were like that and still are.
I was gonna say today that for most of my growing up years, I was very slender. It wasn't until between my late 20s to late 30s that I actually experienced a huge wieght gain (my wieght spiraled past 340+ lbs) during that time period in my life and my wieght gain was largely connected to an undiagnosable heart condition that was eventually discovered in my early 40s. Over the past ten years or so, I've hovered around 200-260; currently I sit at 200#. Up until my early 20s I was terribly slender. My wieght during that period of time was around 155#. People called me Twiggy (for those of you who remember that model, years ago). NYCfemBBW's story about the bathing suit episode and people commenting on her slender fingers (or her legs) reminds me of how people will make remarks about my 'beauty'. I work hard not to flinch or cringe when people make remarks to me of this nature. But I've come to learn over the years that we all grow in our own unique beautiful ways and even when it gets hard to be empathetic to others' lack of understanding or level of intelligence or whatever, that I just have to remember to breathe and count my lucky stars that for some reason I have been able to be too terribly offensive although I know I am not without fault. I'm human like that, I guess. Hope everyone is having a beautiful day today. I am. I terribly grateful for that, I am. :stillheart: |
I was just on another site, one where I write a diary and read those of others, and one of my friends there wrote about her weight, and how it's always been a big issue for her; about various aches and issues that are tied to it. I wrote about acceptance; let her know she's splendid exactly as she is right now; and encouraged her to do what's best for her. She's a straight woman and hasn't got access to our wonderful thread or, I'm guessing, any fat positive sources. So: I am going to reach out (through diaries) to offer positive messages about herself ... myself ... all women of bounty, and hopefully she will at least know she has a friend who is supportive of her at any size, and encouraging her to love herself RIGHT NOW and not at some future time or some future size/weight.
I feel more blessed than ever to have come out as a lesbian, and a femme lesbian, and to have access to a space like this with fabulous folks who celebrate ourselves in ALL our glory! XOXOXO |
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(copy/pasted from my blog) (with apologies for length)
* this is copy pasted from my blog www.excusedfromthetreadmill.wordpress.com, and I may have copy/pasted an earlier version in the eating disorders or body-positive thread, for which I apologize for spamming the forums)
In recovering from anorexia, I had to accept that I was going to gain weight and that I could take no control over that and that I would just have to accept whatever size I ended up with. I had to learn that every size is ok. Through this process, I became a "Fat Activist." Even though my weight is “normal”, I am a Fat Activist because fat stigma hurts everyone. When fat jokes are funny, when fat kids are bullied, when fat people face discrimination, all of that adds to the perception that fat is the worst thing in the world you could possibly be. For “fat” to be the worst thing in the world that could happen to anyone is a problem for people of every size. When getting fat is the worst thing you can do, avoiding fat becomes the best thing you can do. (Not to mention how tragic it is to have an entire society working harder at thinness than at art, innovation, or justice.) When avoiding fat is the most important thing anyone can do, too much is never enough. This attitude encourages extreme rhetoric and behaviors about weight, diet, and exercise. When extreme rhetoric and behaviors are portrayed as desirable, people get eating disorders. I am a Fat Activist because I think that fat, in and of itself, is value-neutral. It is neither good nor bad, and for us to be waging a war this desperate against an arbitrary enemy is suicidal. If a fat person has health issues that they want to fix, those health issues should be addressed directly. Rather than attempting to fix high blood pressure, high blood sugar, high cholesterol, etc, through dieting; we should approach them through diet. Wait, isn’t that the same thing? No. Saying “I need to get my blood sugar down, so I am going to lose fifty pounds” is very differnt from saying “I need to get my blood sugar down, so I am going to limit my intake of sugar and carbohydrates.” The person with the first goal is likely to fail. The person with the second goal is likely to succeed. It seems like it is just semantics, as then end goal is the same, but it is much healthier psychologically to take the most direct approach, as approaching an achievable goal through a method that has a 95% failure rate is just asking for anxiety, depression, obsession and a whole host of other things that our modern lives don’t need any more of. I am a fat activist because a person can address health concerns such as high blood pressure and high blood sugar through diet and have success without seeing any visible change in their size, therefore I cannot make assumptions about anyone’s health based on their size. I am a fat activist because, actually, nobody’s health is my business. It sounds like I am saying “it is ok to be fat as long as you are still healthy,” but actually it is ok to be fat whether you are healthy or not. We judge people for their “healthy” or “unhealthy” lifestyles without ever asking ourselves why. Objectively, how is an individual’s health “good” or “bad” for anyone but themselves, and if it doesn’t affect anyone else, how does it get to be a criteria we can judge by? People say “but they are shortening their lives,” (which we have already said you cannot know from looking at them, but humor me), however, length of life is also value-neutral. We are all afraid of the unknown, so we want to put off facing it for as long as possible, which leads us to value long lives for ourselves– but this does not mean that a person shortening their own life has any effect on us or is in any way objectively “bad” or “good.” We actually have more justification in judging people for their fashion choces than for their health. A really bad fashion choice can conceivably affect me if you are wearing zebra stripes with houndstooth and seeing you out of the corner of my eye is distracting me and giving me a headache. Sitting next to me while having high blood pressure? Not so much. |
I don't know if this should go here or not ( have mixed feelings on it)...but I wanted to share it specifically with ya'll...its been stuck in my head with some great dancing mental images...lol
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this thread has been too quiet!
I have been moving the store around and decorating with autumn ideas. I will get photos in my gallery soon. I had a woman come in and tell me she couldnt wait for winter so she could use clothes to cover up her fat. The tone of self loathing was evident. I smiled at her and said, "but I love you just the way you are and you are lovely and beautiful"...and her eyes welled up. She stayed for about thirty minutes and told me her story...our story...being bullied as a child, tormented for being fat, grabbing the first man who came along, he of course was looking for someone he could control, having kids, gaining more weight, hating her marriage, hating herself... need I go on? I listened. I listen. I hear so many stories. Our stories. I really would love to make a book or a play out of this whole experience. I have a small short vingette I am working on and I think this might grow into the bigger Story... Clothes dont cover up our fat. It feeds our need to deny our Selves and our Bodies. To disconnect and betray. When they come into my store, I help them connect and accept. Lil steps. Like, wearing shirts with short sleeves instead of long ones. Shorts instead of capris. Colors. Prints. Even jewelry becomes an issue. Some women wont wear jewelry. Not because they dont love it. But because they dont want to waste the money on themselves. Someone else should have it. I about near imploded the first time I heard that! Yet, it wasnt the last time sadly. |
Came across this thread and think it's wonderful :D I've always been a biggish girl but the last couple of years I've lost about 3 and a half stone, mainly to feel fitter really. Although now a 'healthy' weight, ever since, I've had troubles with my stomach and digestion, I've had my gallbladder removed as well. Basically it seems the smaller I've become and the healthier I eat, the less well I seem to be most of the time. I'm not suggesting the two are necessarily connected but it does seem coincidental... My twin on the other hand is a curvy size 18 (not sure what that relates to in other countries) and she is much more radiant to look at, laid back, happy and not plagued with health problems :) Big and curvy is definately beautiful ladies :D :D
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my store is being featured in our local town's newspaper with a nice big article with photos!
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I'm SO very excited for you Tia ~ you deserve it darlin :)
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Came across this today
Hey Beautiful Fat Girl --by Rebecca hey beautiful fat girl let's talk of is and isn't i know they call you mother earth earth mother mother but it isn't fecundity i see in the swells of you and your curves are sweet hot sex but i don't call you my fetish don't back-bus you or give you labels to hide my shame i don't love you for your thunderous dancing even as i love the dancing and you and the you of the dancing because you are more than your thighs your size though all the while, they are parts of you too and the shaking inside of me is not subtle when i see you for you move my earth and rattle the stars down around me like a gift like the gift you are |
I found this on the My Fitness Pal forums, and just had to share. Hey, Fat Girl. Yes, you. The one feigning to not see me when we cross paths on the running track. The one not even wearing sports gear, breathing heavy. You’re slow, you breathe hard and your efforts at moving forward make you cringe. You cling shyly to the furthest corridor, sometimes making larger loops on the gravel ring by the track just so you’re not on it. You sweat so much that your hair is all wet. You rarely stay for more than 20 minutes at a time, and you look exhausted when you leave to go back home. You never talk to anyone. I’ve got something I’d like to say to you. You are awesome. If you’d look me in the eye only for an instant, you would notice the reverence and respect I have for you. The adventure you have started is tremendous; it leads to a better health, to renewed confidence and to a brand new kind of freedom. The gifts you will receive from running will far exceed the gigantic effort it takes you to show up here, to face your fears and to bravely set yourself in motion, in front of others. You have already begun your transformation. You no longer accept this physical state of numbness and passivity. You have taken a difficult decision, but one that holds so much promise. Every hard breath you take is actually a tad easier than the one before, and every step is ever so slightly lighter. Each push forward leaves the former person you were in your wake, creating room for an improved version, one that is stronger, healthier and forward-looking, one who knows that anything is possible. You’re a hero to me. And, if you’d take off the blaring headphones and put your head up for more than a second or two, you would notice that the other runners you cross, the ones that probably make you feel so inadequate, stare in awe at your determination. They, of all people, know best where you are coming from. They heard the resolutions of so many others, who vowed to pick up running and improve their health, “starting next week”. Yet, it is YOU who runs alongside, who digs from deep inside to find the strength to come here, and to come back again. You are a runner, and no one can take that away from you. You are relentlessly moving forward. You are stronger than even you think, and you are about to be amazed by what you can do. One day, very soon, maybe tomorrow, you’ll step outside and marvel at your capabilities. You will not believe your own body, you will realize that you can do this. And a new horizon will open up for you. You are a true inspiration. I bow to you. |
I've had some random thoughts that I think go here :)
First, I'll be right up front: I hate exercise. If I'm trying to lose weight, reshape something or rearrange my body, it ain't happening. With that said, I do enjoy movement. Alone at home, I like putting music on and shaking it all over my living room. I like to walk in the evenings. I actually enjoy hard housework and that feeling of accomplishment in my muscles afterwards. I belong to an inexpensive gym near my home. Last night I thought, "What if you go and do some weight work, but just focus on the feelings in your body?" So I did! I enjoy the little pings in my legs after walking on the treadmills. I like that burn at full extension with a weight, and the release after I return to the start. I like the feel of sweat and stepping outside in the cool air ;). I am such a sensualist. Maybe this is the approach I have to take, and hopefully the benefits will come anyway. Then a little later I was in Wal-Mart, looking for a screwdriver or something totally unsexy. I found myself over in the sleepwear, and went straight to a silky pair of pj pants and a lacy black camisole with flowers all over it. Darn the voices in my head: "That's way too sexy; you're too fat for that". I bought it anyway, wore it last night, and felt like the sex queen of the Universe. But it's hard not looking in the mirror and telling yourself, "Oh well, I'm still fat, not the SQOTU". Why do we do that to ourselves? On another note, has anyone noticed how women's magazines almost always have clothing articles like "Minimize your ass, make yourself look taller (it would take me standing on stilts to do that), flatten your tummy"? Especially around bathing suit season, and whenever jeans articles come out. I'm all for flattering ourselves and feeling good, but sometimes I think it's worth checking out who were really camoflaging ourselves for. I had a thought; what if at Reunion next year, say at the Prom, we tried just a little to wear something that called attention to some part that we have condemned ourselves for? For example, if you don't like your calves, wear something with a slit. If you don't like your bust, find something with ruffles or wear a eye-catching locket. You get the idea. So often I think we imagine we're giant walking tummies or calves or whatever, not realizing that everyone else is self-conscious about something, and the very "flaw" we think we have, someone else finds hotter than hell. I will attest to that. And finally, I LOVE the theme for next year. The pinups of the '30's and 40's were by no means thin by our standards-Marilyn Monroe was a size 16. Betty Grable was not thin, but took the most famous poster of all that time in a bathing suit. How many of us would pose as she did, right now? Jane Russell in a little tied-up shirt, or Rita Hayworth in that nightgown on the bed-erm, okay ;). Makes me wonder why, with all our diets and gyms and fancy workout things, we're so hard on ourselves and actually getting more unhealthy as a country? Those pinups didn't have all that, and all seemed pretty darn happy with their "assets". Interesting that all lived to ripe old age, too. Worth a thought. <3 |
Hi Everyone!
Well as some of you know, struggling with weight a lot in my life and time required resting for health reasons, I have gotten fairly overweight, yes, I think the word "fat" applies. And when I first came in here, my self-loathing over it was pretty severe. No, I am not over it all yet, but I am learning to love myself the way I am, not waiting for some mystical day when I may or may not weigh less. It isn't easy and is foreign to me, in my youth I was more able to get most excess weight off. I didn't mind it on others actually. Just me. I have dated butches who were heavy and thought they looked great. I have had femme friends who were heavy and I thought they looked sexy. Just me, I didn't like it on myself. You have all been so wonderful and such a help. I got some new pants and shirts and may even get a dress. I am going to let myself look good now, not wait. Hey thrift store clothes don't cost that much, no reason to delay. Thanks again, still on my journey. Blessings to you all! |
YA'll make me smile...even when you don't post a whole lot...I know that every day you are out there being You and being awesome!
I had to work 9 then went back to see the folks then worked again, so haven't posted much, but I try to read every day...I try to stay connected with the positive side of my world all the time. Just wanted to say hi tonight... & ya'll are great! |
I just found this thread and I am wondering just why I have missed it before! Wow! I must take the time to go back and re-read as many posts as possible.
I, personally, have been on both sides of the fence when it comes to being "overweight" and "average." What ever that means...lol...I used to NEVER let my pant size dictate how I felt about myself. I actually modeled for JustMySize and Fashion Bug before and rawked the runway, Baybee! Then given the opportunity to adopt a newborn and welcome a son, I stopped being a single, available femme and became "Jacob's Mommy" 24/7. I still watched everything and tried to remain the same size I was year after year. Things changed when I found out I would have to go through chemo, then rounds of steroids took their toll. Now, I have gained some weight and I guess my pant size aint what it used to be and I am definitely feeling the pressure to lose the extra I gained and try to get back to being as healthy as I used to be. I actually want to be healthier than I ever was! I have a 5 year old now...and he is active...I miss not being able to roll around the floor with him and doing the things I used to. Thank you all for remaining "fat positive" cuz deep down inside, I know I am still the beautiful blue-eyed-blond I used to be and I will regain *my* positivism again. |
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I now have three teens volunteering in my store. One has Aspbergers. One is a teen mom from a rape. And one is an extremely overweight gal. (All are very open about themselves and what I just expressed so not disclosing anything they dont openly state themselves.) I have become a magnet for such kids. I have a waiting list of kids who want to volunteer. So, my plans of opening a teen store have been pushed forward.
All these kids know what its like to be singled out and hated. called names. bullied. two are now homeschooled because of all of that. Just like Pretty & Plus is just a front for my real business, which is helping and supporting people and helping them become happy about themselves, the teen store will have the same mission. Everything will be under ten dollars so that all teens can afford something. To work in the store, they will have to work in P&P first, to get the skills under my tutelage and then get promoted to work in the teen store. There will be a steering committee of teens who will develop the store. And the profits will all go to the non profit I support and helped start, the Diva Donations, which loans out homecoming and prom dresses to kids who cant afford to go to proms. They also have a few suits and tuxes too for the teens who wont wear dresses. Call that cool?? I never expected this but its been handed to me by the deity I worship and I have embraced it... |
Miss.Tia Let me say that I am very proud of what you are doing,the benefits of your store are many and so possitive for all who come in contact with you.I do wish we had something like it hear in my town as it is very needed in many plaeces.Congratulations on you successes now and in the furture..Happy autum.
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Today I want to let go of the guilt that I hold for NOT losing the baby fat, the fat that went beyond baby fat, the fat that came back after the diets, the fat that stayed while dieting.
I want to let go not with the intention that if I could somehow then be guiltfree I could then be thin... I want to let go just because it serves me no positive purpose, and weighs more than the fat does, on my soul. |
nycfembbw.....
:rrose:....The inner calm & peace....the pure beauty of everyone in here...of all the threads on the Planet, THIS.is.my.fave. I am proud to grace this place regularly with my "perving".....in.here.resides.the.most.beautiful.s ouls.on.the.planet...this "house" rocks!!
I heart all you truly beautiful souls here!! ALL of you...no gender lines here..we are all embraced! |
How is everyone? Surely we cant be THAT quiet?
I posted new photos of my store in my gallery. Just in case you want to see it in the fall season. So, its a HUGE holiday season coming up. Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years Eve. Time to be buying outfits. What are you going to be for Halloween? Does holiday outfit buying unsettle you? What can I do to make it more comfortable for the gals who come to my shop? |
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Oh I love the idea of hot chocolate!! Thank you!!!!
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