being big is not how i want to be i hate it. i am sick of lifting me belly to trim below (we all have to trim) i hate hanging me bras out on the line because the kids would want to camp out, and next door wouldnt get any sun. mind you have to laugh.if i am drunk and feeling fruity (rare) the slapping belly on the legs as i run up the stairs with my husband sort of takes the romance out of it. and shaving me legs i could never bend like that even when i was a kid.rash under the bra in hot weather, cooking myself alive in the summer because i wont srip off. him on top because i caint breath because my bust lands on my face when i lie back.dear me.Thats what i am wearing.not because i like it for that doo but because it fits me. the big pull me in knickers that only make the loo visits hard to ever do gracefully through lack of room in them cubicles and lack of breath on account of the fact me lungs are crushed to half there size. you see its all the things we dont talk about too that get me down being fat.the private and unsaid but the everyday things i do
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