I got strange joy out of some things this weekend and I thought y'all
would relate:
* walking down the street with my love and having him do a double-take
at the gorgeousness of some woman on the street, and then realizing that
woman is shaped just like me
* wandering around the flea market with one love on my left and one on
my right, and having them both stop and look at each other and grin when
I have to bend over to pick something up
* having overnight guests staying in the next room and knowing my love
will choose to make me be really quiet rather than skipping having ***
There was one sad thing, though. One of the visiting friends is
obsessed about getting thinner (she's already a size 3 or 5 or something
and eats nothing but egg whites, lean meat, and diet soda) in order to
snag men, and here I am happy, in love, and having great *** with people
who love my body, but still, she would rather be dead than fat like me.
serene
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