For a long time I tried to pretend, to turn nonsense and tragedy into some form of devotion, a spiritual lesson maybe. But with (deaths, things happening in family), no spirituality I have learned or even recited can justify, make sense, redeem, or offer wisdom.
The size of a woman determines her true beauty; the bigger the heart the sharper the mind the purer the soul; for she carries paradise in her eyes, sun in her elequant smile, and elegantly walks with heaven in her step, bathed in exquisite beauty surrounded by an ethereal glow; forged of iron will she is proud, strong, brilliant, flawless, timeless, immortal, immaculate, transcendent, magical to breakable, goddess and wise, she is all this and more for she is plus size.
A women is often measured by the things she cannot control. She is measured by the way her body curves or doesn't curve, by where she is flat or straight or round. She is measured by 36-24-36 and inches & ages and numbers, by all the outside things that don't ever add up to who she is on the inside. And so if a women is to be measured, let her be measured by the things she can control; by who she is & who she is trying to become. Because as every women knows, measurements are only statistics & statistics lie.
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