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Like a lady who holds proud possession of her curves and knows that she’ll never, regardless of how much she uses her inversion machine or starves herself is ever going to be 6 foot tall and 102 lbs. Not this chick. I really like food. I’m short. I really like fashion. And That I love my curves. However it wasn’t always this way’In this society of designer and occasional weights, it’s no question women and a lot of women try looking in the mirror and cringe, or worse. Body dysmorphic disorder (BDD) is too real and rears its ugly mind every day for a lot of women. Regrettably, not lengthy ago, I had been bullied with that bitch BDD. She tortured and tortured me in the second my still-pasty-from-sleep eyes looked within the mirror until I switched the lights and stated goodnight to my screaming stomach. Weight, diet, food, scale, and disappointment were daily thought invaders. Not really a day passed that they did not help remind me to count carbohydrates, calories, do more exercise, and consume less food. I so anxiously desired to seem like Nicole Richie, but my growling belly had other ideas. Something needed to give.My stomach won. And just what an excellent victory it had been. Having a slice of pizza along with a gin-n-tonic, I opened up my laptop and started searching obsessively for full figured models, their clothes, their styles, their stats, etc. Then, just like a strike of lightning (or could it have been the gin), I discovered a wonderful magazine known as Plus Model Mag. It had been like Russian spies had used mind-modifying spy strategies to alter my ideas, and brainwashed me into liking my body system. They were curvy, I am talking about bootylicious, curvaceous, full-figured broads. And guess what happens, I discovered these to be big, bold, and absolutely beautiful. Gone were the times of attempting to see my ribs and backbone. Hallelujah! I saw fried chicken and fashion all wrapped into one.I understand you can’t turn from the switch inside your brain that society has flicked within the permanent ON position. After many years of battling to keep a ‘normal’ to reduce weight and dissecting every inch of my body system within the mirror or staying away from it altogether, I progressively started to simply accept my body system. That acceptance combined with my desire for food, fashion, and makeup has began an attractive relationship that’s now balanced, forgiving, complimentary, and mild.My advice to any or all full-figured women out there’ditch the size, get Plus Model Mag, go get yourself some lipstick and heels, and eat a bit of fried chicken. Be kind to yourself, respect the body, showcase your assets, and hug your curves today!

Like a lady who holds proud possession of her curves and knows that she’ll never, regardless of how much she uses her inversion machine or starves herself is ever going to be 6 foot tall and 102 lbs. Not this chick. I really like food. I’m short. I really like fashion. And That I love my curves. However it wasn’t always this way’In this society of designer and occasional weights, it’s no question women and a lot of women try looking in the mirror and cringe, or worse. Body dysmorphic disorder (BDD) is too real and rears its ugly mind every day for a lot of women. Regrettably, not lengthy ago, I had been bullied with that bitch BDD. She tortured and tortured me in the second my still-pasty-from-sleep eyes looked within the mirror until I switched the lights and stated goodnight to my screaming stomach. Weight, diet, food, scale, and disappointment were daily thought invaders. Not really a day passed that they did not help remind me to count carbohydrates, calories, do more exercise, and consume less food. I so anxiously desired to seem like Nicole Richie, but my growling belly had other ideas. Something needed to give.My stomach won. And just what an excellent victory it had been. Having a slice of pizza along with a gin-n-tonic, I opened up my laptop and started searching obsessively for full figured models, their clothes, their styles, their stats, etc. Then, just like a strike of lightning (or could it have been the gin), I discovered a wonderful magazine known as Plus Model Mag. It had been like Russian spies had used mind-modifying spy strategies to alter my ideas, and brainwashed me into liking my body system. They were curvy, I am talking about bootylicious, curvaceous, full-figured broads. And guess what happens, I discovered these to be big, bold, and absolutely beautiful. Gone were the times of attempting to see my ribs and backbone. Hallelujah! I saw fried chicken and fashion all wrapped into one.I understand you can’t turn from the switch inside your brain that society has flicked within the permanent ON position. After many years of battling to keep a ‘normal’ to reduce weight and dissecting every inch of my body system within the mirror or staying away from it altogether, I progressively started to simply accept my body system. That acceptance combined with my desire for food, fashion, and makeup has began an attractive relationship that’s now balanced, forgiving, complimentary, and mild.My advice to any or all full-figured women out there’ditch the size, get Plus Model Mag, go get yourself some lipstick and heels, and eat a bit of fried chicken. Be kind to yourself, respect the body, showcase your assets, and hug your curves today!

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