I have always liked myself and the way I look. Maybe not felt totally comfortable with it, but not because I had to play up my sexiness but because I had to play it down. What takes other less endowed girls three hours with makeup, fillers, nips and last minute stitches, I and other women like me, can accomplish with an innocent hiccup. We look full, inviting and jiggling in all the right places at all the right times.
That is why I do not understand when chubby became taboo. Going out with a full figured woman is apparently only something kinky, unfeeling or emotionally immature men do. Having a date with one is uncharted territory that one has to approach carefully and possibly not in any known parts of the city where acquaintances might pass by and feed the juicy bit to the grapewine. It has gotten so that whenever I see a couple where the girl is chubby, I immediately start to wonder about what the guy’s problem might be that he is compensating. Is he maybe out of his league, in hope of some easy sex, has met her when she was 16 and a -2, or looking for someone who developed kink out of sheer defense and is not too dainty to do all things asked to please her lover? How did he develop his taste for chubby flesh?
Of course, all of these questions go through my head because my phone is not ringing anymore, and the lovely chubby chaser I met some time ago has decided that his minuscule charm and wit can be better spent somewhere else. So many chubby girls, so little time!