2X

God has a sense of humor and nobody can convince me otherwise. I constantly get reminded of this fact but it makes me laugh at myself and I know that there is a hell of a lot of people that can sympathize with me. This one is for all the other big girls out there...

So, I moved to California and three and a half years later, I look like I swallowed a fucking house. But who cares, I've learned to love myself and I so happened to find me a Mexican that really digs fat chicks and loves to cook. He's the kind of man every woman out there should get to date at least once. But one problem is that I grow out of my clothes almost as fast as I buy them.

So, lately I've been making it a habit to go by Ross and get a new shirt once a week. The other day I marched into work donning my newest Liz Claiborne blouse with my three most worn colors: black, grey and khaki. I felt good, large and in charge. I chatted it up in the break room while the boys got coffee and we compared notes on who drank the most the night before. I walked back to my desk, grinning from ear to ear and saying hello to the ladies.

I got to my desk and while getting situated, I noticed I had something on my left boob (the biggest one). I took a closer look and turned a maroon color; I had been parading around with a strip of 2X's down my shirt. I couldn't help but laugh really hard and text my best girlfriends and tell them about my moment. At one point in my life I probably would have had real issues with this but it's nice to now realize certain things and the fact that everybody probably already figured out I was big before they saw the 2X strip down my shirt.

Life is a lot more enjoyable when you can laugh at the stupid shit that we all have to endure at some point in time. Live, Laugh, Love.