Do you know what it's like to be large? More and more of us each year, the government tells us, are too large for good health. They tell us that fruits and veggies are better for us and that tobacco is bad for us. They tell us we need exercise and fewer calories. They tell us we should eat fewer Big Mac's and fries, and that walking and jogging are good for us.
What do they know? Have you ever looked at the doctor's they show preaching to us -- or the news people? They're the beautiful people. They're not like us. They have people inviting them, visiting them, asking their advice, and have other beautiful people chasing after them.
We sit at home, or travel to work and the grocery store and then back home. Many of us are lonely and avoided by the beautiful people. We want to go out, to have fun, to be with people, to love and be loved. We sit at home mostly.
Well, I want to stand up and be counted. I want to tell you that good things can happen and that we can be loved. If you're large I want you to feel good about yourself, and I don't mean the BBW crap -- well, maybe it isn't all crap but much of it is. I have needs and I've always had needs. I've had other women hit on me, and avoided them. I've had crushes and unrequited loves and I've had guys go out with me on a dare or to demonstrate their prowess to other male friends. I've been had and I've grown leery.
Sometimes I enjoy being alone, and sometimes I've cried and enjoyed feeling sorry for myself. Today that's different. He's my age or at least in my age group (if there is such a thing). He's tall and handsome and on the large side of perfection. He has a personality and demeanor that thrills me and he lets me know that I'm his and he's proud of it. He is a man.
Where did I meet him? How did I meet him? Am I sure? Is he going to be loyal and faithful? Good questions -- but I have the answers. I met him at the store buying groceries and he didn't know how to cook artichokes. I'm no chef, no home-ec major. But, I know they're boiled and I told him. He said that he'd always loved artichoke and loved them on a good restaurant's menu. He thought that boiling might be the key -- but at the current price of artichoke, he didn't want to ruin them or deny someone else the pleasure of them by buying and then ruining them.
I told him that I didn't think he'd ruin them as long as he didn't let them boil dry and didn't boil them so long that they fell apart. He laughed -- and you know I was smitten. As I pushed my cart away he mentioned that it looked like I, too, was buying for one. Embarrassed, I answered him honestly.
To my amazement he asked if I liked artichoke, and when I said yes -- with butter, he asked me for dinner. I tried to refuse because I didn't want his pity or charity. He followed me as I pushed the cart around the store, and he joked with me about my hurrying and about my obvious unease with him. He assured me that he would and could be a gentleman and that he really hated eating alone. He asked me if I always enjoyed being by myself -- and he had me.
I told him that I'd love to have dinner, but I couldn't go to a man's place when I had never been introduced. Cleverly, he asked a clerk to introduce us. The store clerk was taken aback and said that he didn't know our names. My new acquaintance said his name was William and then they both looked at me. What could I say? I told them my name was Beth. The clerk smiled and awkwardly introduced us.
Now, he asked if I would have dinner with him. I responded that with such an introduction I couldn't possibly refuse him -- but, I insisted that it be at my place and that I would cook. He handed me three artichokes and told me that they might spoil in a very few days if not cooked right away. I assured him that I wouldn't allow that and asked him to dinner for that evening. We exchanged addresses and phone numbers. When I handed him mine, and looked down at his, I was amazed that I hadn't seen him before because it was in an apartment building right behind my own. I walk by it each evening on my way home. I have a car, in fact I drove it to do my shopping today, but I take a bus to work because it's cheaper and I don't have to worry about causing an accident.
Well -- you know the drill. Cleaning the place up -- it was a mess -- and putting stuff away trying to hide that I'm a slob living by myself. I marinated three steaks because it looked like he could eat more than one. I peeled potatoes and chilled tomatoes. I washed everything and set the table -- candles included cause I really am a romantic. Then I hurried on to shower and dress.
I'm large, and my breasts fit my profile. My ass is large, too, but I've received a few compliments on it and my overly generous hips. I'm five foot nine and the perfect weight for a gal twice my height. I have dimples -- don't all large girls? Even my ass has dimples. I have light brown hair and generous lips. My tummy is large, but when I lay on my back it is almost flat -- I think -- not that the evening will ever come to that.
I turned on the shower to let the water warm first. Then I took off my blouse and removed my bra. My breasts spilled out in front of me. I wear a slightly too small bra to try to make them appear a smaller size. My areoles are large, but not excessive, and they're a blush pink. My nipples are more than generous and right now they're sticking out straight in front of me. Although I'm large and although I'm in my late thirties, my breasts don't sag a lot -- my Mom has great breasts, too, and they don't sag and she is large and sixty years old.
