“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
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
ME….
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.
Somewhere Over the Olive Tree 