divandet
While reading sooooooo many profiles, I continuously thought that " I will never do this. I cannot talk publicly about my fatness and the journey I have travelled." Well, a month and several hundred profiles later, here I am. ( I believe in order to be succesful, you must first admit fault. So no matter how cute I think I may be, how many men look at me, or how many friends copy my style, I must first admit that "I am FAT!") Now, to my journey............ PHENOMENAL WOMAN Pretty women wonder where my secret lies I walk into a room Men themselves have wondered Now you understand
by Maya Angelou
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees.
I say
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say
It's in the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
Just why my head's not bowed
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say
It's in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
I am a 34 year old happily married woman. I do not have any children, but recently had 2 miscarriages in the past year (dr. said that it had nothing to do with the weight). I was slightly overweight as a child and "thick" in all the right places as a teenager.
I started working in restaurants in my late teens and the rest is history. I never had a problem with food, as in an addiction. But, I ate the wrong foods, at the wrong times, and I dined out, alot.
I never had a problem with my self-esteem or confidence, some say that I am overly confident. Nevertheless, I have always been happy, but of course, we all could be happier.
I lost my mother almost two years ago, gained another 25lbs from the middle of west hell, had the two miscarriage, no weight gain, just "shifting fat", so I said enough is enough.
I am a numbers person, which means that numbers can work in my favor or not. For example, I do not have a sense of the $, you only live once, spend it while you can. On the otherhand, 5'3, 250lbs, size 16-18, no longer works for me. I just want to get down to about 170lbs (weight is in my legs, I'll look like I am 155lbs, I know that surgery will put me under that, hopefully no smaller that 150lbs, we like a little "meat" in my culture
).
Anyways, I am to the point in my life that I am about to do me! I have always made me happy, but now, I am going to the extreme. I just want to say that I weigh one hundred and something lbs, numbers again!. My hubby is against it and loves me just the way I am, ("even though you could lose a couple of lbs for your health", he's a healthnut, but I LOVE him anyways).
So in less than 40 days from my initial call, I have a date: October 16, 2007.
