BBW

I used to balk at the term "Big Beautiful Woman".  Something about it bothered me. 

First of all, it was a foreign concept to me.  Big and beautiful in the same sentence?  Was that not some kind of oxymoron?  How could one be both?  In my world, it did not seem to be a possibility.

Lots of terms were used to describe a big woman.  Fat.  Lazy. Stupid.  Big-boned.  And if a person hears this terminology enough, a person starts to believe it.

So I did all of the usual things to cover up my "bigness".  I always wore black.  I always wore loose fitting clothes.  I never wore stripes or flowers or any kind of vibrant color.  After all, I surely did not want to draw any attention to myself.  Jewelry was a definite no-no. 

Invisibility was always the goal.

So when the term Big Beautiful Woman (or BBW) became a common term, it took a lot for me to get used to.  I began to truly take notice of other BBWs.  I noticed the way they dressed and did their hair.  There was even a magazine called Big Beautiful Woman which I began subscribing to.  The women inside truly were big and beautiful.  And the thing that most impressed me was the fact that they were not trying to hide who they were.  They wore pinks and reds and yellows.  They wore blouses tucked in.  They wore clothing that actually showed off their curves.  They wore heels and jewelry, and were absolutely gorgeous.

The best part of all was that these women had attitude.  They were sexy and confident in who they were.  And I began to have hope that I could be the same.

So I got rid of my black dress shaped like a potato sack.  I bought a red dress that showed off my curves with a plunging neckline to show off my cleavage.  I bought some cute black heels, and some sexy large earrings.  I started painting my nails and doing my hair and wearing make-up.  For some reason, I no longer wanted to be invisible.

And when I looked in the mirror, I would smile.  Because staring back at me was a Big Beautiful Woman.