From Preemie to Plus Size

In the words of my mother “I was as big as a good shit” Which was some shit seeing a I gave her so many complications. Revived under the Southern sun my life began as army brat,

Now a way past that I was chubby an Black, in a sea of white faces, GT classes so you could call me Token, because I never really spoke in the same twang that my other  friends spoke in.

Co-co skin never phased me but the thing I hated was my hips, scratch that I hated my butt more because for years it brought me nothing but unwanted stares and attention. Not to mention the countless hours spent on shopping for nothing but pants.

My ass was a curse passed down from generation to generation but there was no changing it so I embraced it. Not to the extent of flaunting it in pump um shorts or competing in twerk offs but true acceptance.



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