“I want to be the girl with the most cake”

Unashamed of Venus curves

Healthily scaled midway at good ole number 14

Absent of hideous protruding cheekbones

Triple A bra’s or pencil thin legs that would never hold me up when I carry my plate from the buffet.

Do I lie on the bed and breathe in to fasten my jeans?

Do I writhe red faced wrestling that blasted zip hell bent on straying south?

Do I hell!

I just buy the right size to begin with

Some way up from a zero admittedly

But, proudly sporting a rotund bum which is good for a wiggle so I’m told

That magic figure is more than just a number

14 if you remember??

It’s ignoring those stupid editors that can spell the word DIET in every kind of bold and type face

Conveniently placed on the middle shelf

because I am a little bit short

Copy writers that want to help my happiness with a cereal bar and shake

I’d shake them if I could

Shake them from their diet ivory towers plastered with paper when they tell me less is more

More what?

More products, tricks, traps, pills, potions

Ill thought out body image that wants to make me normal


Is that vomiting after I’ve dared to eat past eight or convinced I am obese because I ate a whole bar of Bourneville?

I want to celebrate the skin I’m in

Ideally covered from head to toe in the rebellion of chocolate

All of it, every last kilo and pound of it

Then shout, LOOK AT ME! I’m a Bourneville babe and a size 14

and blind to your body image of colourless cheeks

Collar bones that collapse under the weight of my blouse

Which, is not tight by the way because it is in a size that fits

Fits me perfectly


The person I am happiest being and I do not need an exercise DVD to fix me

or even that Australian girl on breakfast TV.

My Venus curves and I do not want to part company

or as the copy writers say

‘Adios’ from one another

…..At the expense of my bank balance no doubt, for DIET spells big business

I have something to say to those who ask ‘does my bum look big in this?’

It only looks as good as your confidence

Inner perception not media expectation is the key

The key

To accepting just being me.

Published by Somewhere Over the Olive Tree

Prolific second hand shopper, rubbish rumager and upcycler, that sees beauty where non exists. From Dolly the Vintage Caravan to Dream Catchers I find inspiration and creativity where it is practically non existent to most people's eyes. My creativity comes from an intention of reducing waste and helping the planet by reusing things people throw away. I have refurbished my whole home from 'rubbish' to demonstrate what can actually be achieved with a little imagination, patience and maybe a glass or two of whiskey. I also adore the simple things in life like looking at the mountains, playing with my dogs, cooking, sewing and dancing. You can find out more on SOMEWHERE OVER THE OLIVE TREE on Facebook

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