I am not a sad person. I am not a shrinking violet. I'm just fat. I'm fabulously me. I enjoy my life. Nothing wrong with living to the fullest even tho you can't fit a size two. I'm a woman. All woman. Intelligent, kind, loving and fat. See, a long time ago I realized fat isn't a four letter word but love is. Funny isn't it? I thank Jill, and Monique, Terry, Sherrie and of course, The Queen La for finally letting it be known that fat doesn't mean depressed, repressed, frumpy, dumpy, lazy, ignorant, untalented, ugly, promiscuous, or any negative connotation. It's just fat. Kinda like having big feet. Or a big head.... I would say big lips but we know how much brothers love those. lol

I am unapologetic about my size because my size is part of me. I feel for some of you because now you're all disappointed, hoping I was at least a 12 or 14 but I'm all 18 or 20 depending on the cut. Being big and beautiful isn't a bad thing just like being small and beautiful doesn't give one the upper hand. Just ask Halle, and Tyra, and all the other thin and gorgeous women that have had a rough time in relationships. I feel for them. It's a woman thang, not a fat skinny thing.

I can't say I'm sorry because I'm not. I'm a fine hunk of chocolate if I do say so myself. I don't mind if I'm not your type. Every body isn't for everybody. We can still be cool. I'd rather just be friends with most I meet anyway. Just know that I am gonna be the self same outspoken, vivacious, sensative, down- to -earth sister I have always been. I'm still gonna write about what I'm thinking. Peek at your pages, flirt with the men, chat with the women. Play my favorite music. All the things that makes life worth it to me will continue.

And I'll still be fat.