I Shouldn't be the Only One!
by Sabra Ellen Morse
To be so very honest, I have never
had any problems accepting my body and have always been slightly
confused at the appearance that I am the only such woman.
I think it was partly because of how I was raised, which is to
say that I was pretty much left to myself and so decided to make
my own ideals. These ideals were governed by the women I looked
up to--my mother & my aunt, big girls both.
I've always had a passion for art. I love the old stuff, and
I have seen many beautiful women with rounded breasts, hips, and
tummies. So this shaped my notion of beauty. I saw myself turning
into that and was ecstatic.
I think a lot of it also was that I grew up in minority neighborhoods,
mostly black or Mexican, and both of those ethnicities seem to
have less problem with wieght issues than my fellow whites (although
I have seen a frightening trend towards uncertainty in young Mexican
girls).
Barbie dolls are blamed for a lot. I can never understand that.
I've always had lots of Barbies. Now that I'm grown I lie &
say I collect them so I have an excuse to play. I never thought
that was what I was supposed to look like. Barbie was a doll,
dolls are not supposed to be real. Imagine the genital mutilation
if young boys took Ken seriously!
I guess I am just an oddly self-contained individual. And lucky
in my family. And in my husband. And in the fact that I now
live near a naval base, and trust me, sailors like the big girls!
(Judging from the size of the other wives as much as from all
the appreciative looks.)
SabraEllen@excite.com
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