As far back as I can remember, I've always loved curvy women. To this day, one of my idols is Marilyn Monroe. I just think women with the classic hour glass figure are beautiful. The Greeks and Romans had it right. So yesterday, my cousin Quita came over to press my hair. I've always envied my cousin Quita. She's a year older than me and just gorgeous. She's always been thinner, prettier, more popular , etc than me. But she's not a ***** thank god! Anyway we were talking as she did my hair and I found my gaze drawn to her fab body and it hit me right between the eyes: that's the body I will have! My cousin has that hourglass figure....so does my lil sister....so does my auntie....so did my mama....and so did my grandmother and her mother! They all have or had a big bust, tiny waist, and curvy hips! As I was sitting in awe of this realization, a memory from dance class in 9th grade came back to me: me, the fattest girl in class, in all my spandex glory being told by one of the best, skinny dancers 'You have such a cute, hourglass figure!' So yeah, when someone asks what body do I want after I hit goal, I don't have to say Marilyn Monroe or hourglass, I can say 'My Own!' Holy cow.
Realization......happy, happy girl!
