Hello there, I’m what you call a curvy girl.
I’m anywhere from a size 6 and up. My thighs rub together all the time because I’ve been blessed with what kids are calling these days, mermaid thighs. My six pack is actually hidden by a keg to protect it, and I’m okay with that extra security in my stomach area.
I might not even have a proportionate body. I could either have boobs that are so big I elbow myself and squish them in my sleep, or I’m the ringleader of the itty bitty tittie committee. My body fat didn’t choose where it was going to go, and I don’t necessarily have the power to change that. No matter how hard I choose to work on certain area’s of my body, that’s just the way I was made.
Shopping is a daunting experience because it’s chaotically overwhelming. I have smaller calves that are still muscular, thunder thighs with a booty as luscious as an apple, yet skinny hips, and the shortest legs imaginable. How do I find pants to fit? I don’t. And if I do, I buy multiple pairs because Lord knows the next time this miracle will happen.
There are days where I like the way I look in the mirror. Maybe it’s the makeup job I did this morning or the fact I’ve mastered the art of wearing clothes that are flattering to my shape and hide my jiggly areas. But there are also days where I look at myself and hate the image reflecting back at me. Those are rare moments of weakness that keep occurring, but what woman doesn’t have them?
I admit that I am a curvy woman, but please don’t make reference to that. And for the love of all the chocolate cake that is good, do not call me “thick.” I don’t care if it’s slang for an attractive body these days for a woman with a slim waist and thick thighs. I find it insulting because I relate it to words like chubby, chunky or heavy.
People can claim it’s a compliment all they want, but realistically they can’t handle what is to come with a curvy woman. They don’t really like the look of stretch marks, they even pick them out on our bodies when we’re vulnerable and naked. And they don’t find cellulite attractive either.
So don’t you dare tell me you find those imperfections attractive because for the longest time in my life you were insulting and shaming me for having them.
But let me tell you one thing, every pucker, divot, and crevice in my skin represents a story or a time in my life where I was insulted by my size. With there being a lot of my body to comment on came a lot of tears to accompany those comments, and a lot of insecurity developed because of it.
My self-esteem was a lot lower than others especially when I was younger. People don’t understand the concept of self-acceptance and self-love when they were younger and most still don’t understand it as they get older. But my confidence is as bigger than my body size.
Yeah, I’m a curvy girl. I have thick thighs, thin patience and a mouth that can run forever even though I physically can’t. And I love that about myself. And it appeared God loved it too because he decided to supersize me.
And since society still sees us, curvy women, as unattractive, it’s educated me that we need to spread the positive awareness. Yes, we might be seen as bigger, but that only means there’s more of us to love. And dammit, I sure love myself, and I wish others would love each other and themselves for it too.
When life gives you curves, flaunt them.
Featured image via Savannah Class on Unsplash
