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You Don’t Have To Love Me Because I’m Fat

Something’s been nagging at me lately.

The sentiment that plus-size women should automatically be respected and adored by every person in the universe simply because they are big, bold and beautiful. 

Sound odd coming from me?

As I encounter websites, blogs and social networking groups highlighting full-figured women, I’m amazed and confused at how many seem to DEMAND this kind of attention, as though females of a plump nature are supreme beings, deserving of everyone’s exaltation.

Of course we all want to be adored. But regardless of weight, ethnicity, intelligence, sexual orientation or wealth, no one falls into a supreme being category. Part of the beautiful complexity of human nature is that we possess individual thoughts, propensities and desires ~ oftentimes quite unique from others. Where one man might feel sexual attraction towards a thin woman with small breasts, his neighbor might prefer ladies who are overweight with large breasts. To each his own.

What causes attraction cannot be placed into a single equation ~ we are all unique and driven by different factors. And although we may be influenced by our environment and our companions, who we are and what ignites our senses remains tied to the inner fabric of our individual existence.

I believe that everyone is entitled to his or her own opinion ~ so long as it’s based on intelligence, not ignorance.

Although I am happy in my own skin and relishing life as a full-figured woman, I by no means expect every person I encounter to appreciate my figure. That would be extremely presumptuous and vain of me, would it not? The challenge is ensuring that I am not negatively judged by my outward appearance ~ that I am awarded respect and the chance to express my qualities on equal ground with others. As with any human being of a different religion, ethnicity or body type, I strive for tolerance and acceptance. I strive for equality because I am no less capable.

I expect respect from others because I offer it, not because I feel I am entitled to it.

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Love the skin you are in. Embrace your glorious curves and know that your positive attitude will flow from your inner core like a fountain, touching others.

Sustain your integrity and graciously accept love from others.

But never DEMAND adoration, ladies. For it is a gift ~ not an obligation. ♥

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What makes a woman beautiful…?

… her femininity? her prowess? the color of her eyes? the style of her clothing?

What makes a woman beautiful?

… her accomplishments? the way she walks? the sound of her laughter? the content of her mind?

What makes a woman beautiful?

… her nurturing spirit? her inner strength? the way she smiles? the scent of her skin?

What makes a woman beautiful?

… her confidence? her sensuality? the size of her figure? the texture of her hair?

What makes a woman beautiful?

It is a question that resides, just behind the eyes, when we look out at our surroundings and see a profusion of corporations attempting to establish and dictate a code of acceptable beauty. 

It is a question that pokes and prods and insists upon attention until we find ourselves peeking at our reflections and fretting over what is presented there: “…am I beautiful…?”

The uncertainty emerges in waves – arriving and departing at will, rising buoyantly to the surface at times we least expect it. It is then that we feel paralyzed –  imprisoned and incapable – quick to dismiss our attributes as things which are ugly and worthless.

But they are not ugly. Nor worthless.

They are extraordinary.

So what really makes a woman beautiful…? 

E* V* E* R* Y* T* H* I* N* G*

All that she has to offer.  

Her heart, her soul, her desires, her fears, her accomplishments, her failures.

Everything, inside and out.

Not what is falsely dictated or insinuated or anticipated, but rather what is true: the beauty which lies in the unique spirit she possesses, exuding from within her like sweet, sun-touched gold.  

Color Me Mardi Gras ~ Valerie Aune

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