Being a Queen Sized Woman in a Princess Sized World

I've always been a little bit chubby. Ever since I was a little girl. I can remember twice in my life when I was HOT, and once when I was still heavy, but fit and looked good.

This is me at 21 years old. One of the times I was HOT.

This is me at 44....chubby but healthy. And still hot.







This is me at 55. Grey hair, and fat and sassy. I'm still hot, but it only comes in flashes now...LOL




It's not so easy being a Queen sized woman in a world full of skinny little Princesses. I've actually had young girls, high school and such, look at me like fat is contagious. My favorite thing to do, when that happens, is say to them...."You know, Cupcake, I used to  be built JUST LIKE YOU." and watch their face just melt...LOL. It doesn't do any good toward changing their attitude, but it makes me laugh inside.

Before we started using our powerchairs, Dave and I never went anywhere without holding hands.

Here we are, our first Christmas together, 2003.






Dave, being the cute Santa Clone that he is, and me, being the Queen Sized Goddess that I am....well....we would usually get some stares when we went out holding hands. It's like people think you're not supposed to be in love if you weigh over 200 pounds. I got news for ya, World....that old saying about "More to Love".....it's true.

Clothes are not easy to find. I shop online at a site called Woman Within. They have really nice stuff that is reasonably priced, especially when you catch the clearance sales, like I do. I even bought two swimsuits from them...and they fit great!! They carry from size 12W to size 44W so  check them out.

You would think, in this day and age, that we as a nation and as a people, would be past any discrimination, but it really does exist. People treat you differently, talk to you differently, and look at you differently when you're heavy. Before I decided to retire, I was looking for work in an office, just like I've always done. I once did a joint interview with another applicant for a customer service job. My resume blew hers out of the water. My answers did too. I was well-dressed and well-groomed. The only thing she had going for her, over me, was her size. Guess who got the job and who didn't.

The other day, I was down in the clubhouse, playing with a puzzle, and decided to buy a snack from the machine in the lobby. A woman I know came up behind me and proceeded to tell me that what I was buying wasn't on my diet and I shouldn't be eating it. I let her know in no uncertain terms that I was 55 freaking years old and I didn't need anyone telling me what to do and she should mind her own business. It was kind of like that show on TV the other night, "What Would You Do?" where the woman and her daughter (actors) were shopping and the stranger (another actor) came up and started making comments about the types of food they had in their cart.NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.

I think my conclusion is this....I have reached the age and time of my life, that I know I am never going to be thin. I do watch my fat intake, because I don't want to have another gall bladder attack. But other than that, I intend to enjoy my life, and that includes eating the foods I like, some of which are  healthy foods, and some are not so healthy foods. And unless you are my mother, which you're not....and unless you are paying my grocery bill, which you're not......in the words of our dear Abigail Van Buren...... MYOB, Cupcake.