Every woman wants to be noticed. Every woman wants to be desired. Every woman wants to be loved. But we have to love ourselves first. Being a big woman my entire life, I decided as a teenager never to apologize for my size. That meant loving myself, despite my weight. That meant, never allowing people to treat me as a second-class citizen. That meant, never allowing stereotypes of fat people to define my existence. That meant, finally, never allowing myself to fade into the background. Whether that be having the crudest, foulest, loudest mouth in the room, asserting my intelligence and acknowledging my smart, or allowing my sexy to show itself subtly, I am not afraid to be noticed. Again, as I move closer and closer to 40, my don’t give a damn attitude seems to be showcasing herself even more. I never thought that I could be more confident, self-assured, conceited (lol), and assertive than I have been in the past, but I am truly feeling myself. And no… I won’t apologize for that.
