I can’t wait to get these bad boys on my feet! They are gorgeous and a little Christmassy!
Is big really beautiful?
Yeah thanks for that Mika, I think fat girls everywhere applauded you for writing a sodding song about us.
“Big girls you are beautiful.”
Fuck me! No? Really!?
Pop twerps aside, I don’t think it is a secret to anyone that I am not a small girl.
Ever since I can remember I have been bigger than everyone else. I went from children’s sizes to a size 12, seemingly overnight. Puberty was to blame. I just grew curves in all of the usual places.
Today I am a size 16 most of the time, but I can be a size 18 or a size 14 (On a good day! Thank you God!) too. I’ve got a sizeable set of boobs and a bum that has frequently been described as “peachy.”
I have a love/hate relationship with my body. I see slim, beautiful girls and wish that I too was slim and beautiful. I’d love to get my legs out and wear clothes suitable for dolls and small children. Then there are other times when I see them nibbling a piece of lettuce, while I eat a normal meal. When I see a flat bum or a flat chest I find myself thanking my genetics.
But the thing is, do fat girls like me stick a smile on to hide how miserable they are? Honestly? If you offered every plus size woman (‘cos that’s what they call it these days, even though shockingly a size 14 can constitute as a plus size) a pill that would miraculously transform them into a size 10, I can pretty much guarantee that every single one of them would take it.
I met my boyfriend over four years ago, three of which we have been together. All of a sudden I have noticed the comments sneaking their way in. So much so, he called me Captain Pigwin when I popped some Starburst in the trolley at Tesco’s the other day.
I’m the first to admit that I have put on weight over the past few years. University rendered me poor and what little money I had went on a having a good time. For three years my diet consisted of alcohol and cheap food.
Love, on the other hand, made me happy and when I am happy I like to cook nice meals and treat my guy. I like to go out for drinks, for meals because when you’re in love, you do that.
Having a full-time job introduces coffee and biccies, lunches out with clients, events where it would be rude not to drink. It also makes you tired and introduces a scarily addictive relationship between you and your bed.
So, at 22 with an arse the size of Wales, what should I do?
Step away from the carbohydrates? Make friends with all foods that are green? Make love to a treadmill? Or simply learn to love myself as I am?
I don’t know anymore.
I am going to start getting old one day. Sounds dramatic doesn’t it? But seriously, my health will one day become something that I no longer take for granted. Wrinkles will appear. Bingo wings will emerge. I will sport a comfy looking spare tyre around my midriff.
Well, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. Looks like my old faithful SlimFast is taking centre-stage while I work up a sweat in the gym.
Who knows, perhaps one day I’ll feel beautiful again?
Her name is Katie Kirkpatrick , 21 yrs old.
Next to her is her fiancé, Nick, 23.
This picture was taken prior to their wedding January 11th, 2005.
Katie has terminal cancer and spends hours in chemotherapy.
Here Nick awaits while she finishes one of the sessions.
Even in pain and dealing with her organs shutting down, with the help of morphine, Katie took care of every single part of the wedding planning.
Her dress had to be adjusted several times due to Katie’s constant weight loss.
An expected guest was her oxygen tank. Katie had to use it during the ceremony and reception.
The other couple in this picture is Nick’s parents, very emotional with the wedding and of course to see their son marrying the girl he fell in love with.
Katie, in a wheel chair, listening to her husband and friends singing to her.
In the middle of the party, Katie had to rest for a bit to catch her breath.
The pain does not allow her to stand for a long period of time.
Katie died 5 days after her wedding.
To see a fragile woman dress as a bride with a beautiful smile makes you think, happiness is always there within reach, no matter how long it lasts.
Life is short. So love without boundaries. Laugh without control. Live like it’s heaven on earth.
(via lenaalovee)
Speaks for itself.
Just beautiful. Would recreate with the boy but I my flexibility is truly diabolical. I think I can touch my toes…when I bend my legs….
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