That's what, if Italy did not exist, it would not exist at all, such a geological formation in the shape of a boot would not have happened - either it would have been flooded with a flood during it, or all of it, with its Alps and Appenines, roses and lemons, and at the same time, okay, with Sicily and Sardinia, would fall into blue waters during an earthquake, and the sea would be formless and empty - the Spirit of God alone would hover over the abyss? Where would Albanians go when they steal clothes from the clothesline? We take a map and stupidly look: the nearest linen is in Corsica, you can't get there by swimming, and the locals will beat them up, but by the way, there are no locals, and there are no French, there are Gauls, not conquered and not ennobled by the Romans; further to the west - there are no Spaniards and Portuguese, and all some wild Iberians, most likely, under the rule of the Moors. It goes without saying that there are no Romanian-Moldavians, and completely different people live in Chisinau, who may not even know how to glaze windows and stir whitewash in a bucket. The English language as we know it - that is, with seventy percent of the Latin vocabulary - does not exist. There are no Latin letters either, we write everything in Greek - well, let’s say, the difference is small. There are a lot of Greeks, but since the Romans do not exist in nature and there is no one to conquer the Greeks, it is most likely that soon after the death of Alexander the Great they were conquered by the Persians - they have long wanted to. The Persians are very good at engineering, they wonderfully pave roads and irrigation is not alien to them, so there is no need to worry about the paving stones and the water supply. The post office also works smoothly, especially if it serves the tsarist administration. But what about marble sculptures, mosaics, encaustics, and all kinds of small bronze sculptures - it's worse. No doubt, the Greek will invent everything for you, the Greek will make everything for you, build, write and paint, but how tastefully? The Persian taste is still somewhat heavyweight. Lapis lazuli. The fight between the king and the lion. Gold dressing gowns to the floor and hats in stacks in the spirit of the boyars of Ivan the Terrible, public mores are the same. Petty tyranny, bubbling of dark anger, all - on their knees, foreheads on the ground; all women on a turnkey basis and no, no; to the captive blades to drill, and on a string. Where is the political thought? Consuls-proconsuls, senate, parties, patricians, plebeians, republic, finally? Where is Roman law? Hey! .. And where are the theaters? Historians? Speakers? The Persian will be delighted with the noise and splash of the seated theater audience - and the sky darkens, the oleander added to the smell, and the evening star Venus burns out, which is not a star at all ... from historical scrolls, from adversarial trials; Why would he listen to some Cicero or - in the absence of - what Demosthenes, will he respect and immediately run such institutions, public platforms, where everyone, who is not lazy, will dissolve his tongue? On the stake, on the stake, and clean the forums with quicklime: goodbye, padvy and coachmen! Where are the baths, where are light clothes, where are shaved chins, where are villas with verandas? Where are the respected women who are worthy mothers of worthy citizens? Where is the observance of contracts? Where is the public benefit? Poetry, poetry where? Satire!!! Which Persian will tolerate satire? What about private correspondence? What about naked sports? And a free attitude to the gods?
Subtract Romanesque and Gothic from culture; subtract arches, vaulted structures, keystone; subtract the city plan, gardens, fountains, all European cities, castles, fortets, spiers, humpbacked bridges, colonnades and atriums, erase the whole of Petersburg, for example, and shake off its ashes as if it had never existed. All to hell. Rebirth - down with. Giotto, Michelangelo, Raphael - out, out, out. Forget all the painting, it was a dream. Opera - off, singing off altogether, pierce your eardrums. Pour out the wine, you will drink barley okhmuryalovo.
Break Dante, erase the Mona Lisa, tear down the Vatican. There are no Catholics, no popes, no antipopes, no cardinals, no saints, no Galileo, no Giordano Bruno, no their tormentors, no Guelphs, no Ghibellines, no Western Roman Empire, no Eastern - there is no West. There is no West at all. There are no gladiators and poisoners. There are no seven Roman hills, there is no striped Si-Enn cathedral, no blue Tuscan distance opens from a single window. There is neither bloody military Mars nor diamond Venus in the sky. Nothing, nothing: no pasta, no Fellini, no pizza, no bel canto, no Pinocchio, no Sophie Lauren, no tearful Gorky in Capri, no Signora Tomato, no Neapolitan Mastiffs, no Carrara marble, no carnivals, no pesto sauce , no Romeo and Juliet, no mozzarella, no cappuccino, no eruption of Vesuvius, no death of Pompeii, no Italian mafia, no Italian fashion, no Mussolini, no Armani, no Pontius Pilate, no Bepellsra st tynennus, ex
Epecisgiv yyisgus uengg ru! Leziz. The leaning tower of Pisa does not fall, Venice does not sink. There is no Catullus sparrow. There is no one to discover America. There is no one to build the Moscow Kremlin.
Gogol has nowhere to run from the universal Mirgorod, nowhere to lie on his back on the warm earth and look, gaze for hours into the heavenly blue, cleansing his dark, northern, chilly soul from all the garbage and rubbish that the pale, sluggish, fat-ass motherland has thrown into it. - "She is mine! No one in the world can take it away from me! I was born here. Russia, Petersburg, snows, scoundrels, department, department, theater - I dreamed of everything! .. Who was in Italy, say "forgive" other lands. Who was in heaven, he will not want to land ... Oh, Italy! Whose hand will rip me out of here? What a heaven! What days! Summer is not summer, spring is not spring, but better than spring and summer, which are in other parts of the world. What air! I drink - I won't get drunk, I look - I won't get enough of it. In the soul, heaven and paradise ... ".
If there is no Italy, they argue about tastes. Money smells. Everything is possible about the dead. All roads lead to emptiness.
My girlfriend Natasha had one bad habit, one might say, a vice. Yes, many men face this. Some cannot put up with it, they leave. Some people deceive themselves, they say “my wife just a little bit, a little bit is normal, she can stop eating at any moment”. But everyone knows the truth - any vice in a woman is a hundred times worse than in a man. A shame, one might say, for the whole family ... In general, what is there to hide, my Natasha ate. Yes, I did.
At first it seemed to me that I ate no more than others - on holidays there, in the company. Then I noticed that sometimes I began to have a snack in the evenings, like relieve stress. Then every evening, then in the morning. It was justified: these are just cornflakes, they are not high in calories. Then there was not enough cereal, apples, eggs appeared on the stage ... And somehow everything was so gradually, I did not notice that she was already sitting on heavy food - cutlets, dumplings, even eclairs! Where did she get them?
That holds, does not eat for a day, does not eat for two, and then everything goes into a jam. Dumplings with chocolate. Fried potatoes with whipped cream ... with chocolate. All over the house, bones, candy wrappers, empty bottles of ketchup. In the morning, repentance, vows: "This was the last time!" Then it repeats again.
And then I decided to tie it altogether.
Do I really have no willpower, - he says. - I'm tying it up with food.
I say: Well done, well. I respect. Aren't you afraid to die? They say that in small doses, food is even healthy.
No, - he says, - I'm not afraid, I'm fat! - And the leg shows: - See?
No, I say, I don’t see. Show me better, where are you fat on your leg?
She looked at me like a counterintelligence officer at a foreigner who is taking pictures of the forest near a secret factory - either I am a harmless idiot, or I have a cunning plan. And she waved her hand - what, they say, take from me.
Started day, began to sort out things.
Am I fat in this dress? And in these shoes? And with this handbag?
I say: This is the game, right? Then explain what you need to answer. If I already told you that you are not fat without a dress, how can a dress change my impression? If you want to know my honest opinion, you look more dressed in this dress than without it. Although not much. Likewise, shoes cannot make someone thinner. Lamer - yes ...
He gave such logical arguments, put everything on the shelves, and she cries: "I'm fat, I can't show myself in front of people in these clothes." In general, that's not what I said.
Would you like to eat in moderation, a little at a time?
No, - he says, - I can’t, I’ll lose it. Am I a person or who?
Natasha slowly got used to not eating. I myself also began to eat away from home, books about food were thrown out of the house just in case - Gogol, Dickens, Leo Tolstoy. He also threw out films - "Bitter!", "Ratatouille". "Silence of the Lambs" also removed further, you never know. But this topic cannot be erased from life, there is propaganda on every corner. We were walking down the street, suddenly - bam! - confectionery! Before I had time to distract her, she looked at the window and looked.
Oh, - he says, - I managed to make out the cake. Look, I haven't gotten better?
No, - I shout, - I have not recovered!
Shame on you, - he says. - I am seriously asking, and you did not even look at me, you immediately shout "no".
We stopped, I looked at it all.
I swear, - I say, - I have not grown fat in any place. As if she had even lost some weight. The sneaky cupcake from the window did not have time to reach you.
It seems to have calmed down.
On the tenth day, a bone appeared on the stomach. She's screaming:
I lost weight! I lost weight on my stomach! And in other places it is not yet, on the butt the bones are not visible yet and the gap between the legs is still narrow.
Where is the narrow one? - I say. - When you put your feet together, a child can ride a bicycle.
No, - he answers, - it can't yet, I checked. We still need to lose weight, the gap is sexy.
Very sexy, I say. - I already miss you when I try to have sex with you. I look for ten minutes in bed, I think - there are pajamas, but the girl is not. And then it turns out that you are lying inside your pajamas, only you can't see it.
But, at the very least, but, she still gave up. Tied it up. I'm asking:
Well, have you lost weight already?
Slightly louder than necessary, he said, so her sound wave nailed to the wall and along this wall she slid to the floor. In a couple of minutes.
Yes, - whispers, - lost weight. But still fat.
I say: Let's go to Gelendzhik. You will develop, at the same time I will show you how real fat women look. Where is your passport? I'll order the tickets.
She took the passport, looked into it - and again in tears.
Such a fat face, he says, should not be shown to anyone. I’ll lose weight, take a normal photo, and this is a nightmare.
And tore my passport into small pieces. And threw these pieces into the air. And the pieces began to fall to the floor. Pieces. Such cute, delicious pieces. And she looks at them so predatory, I feel that she will break now - and all efforts are in vain. You can have a passport, Ukupnik sang about it. But she restrained herself. All around the temptation!
After how many months of abstinence can we consider that a person has given up a bad habit? Six months have passed since she stopped eating. Defeat vice! It would seem - live and rejoice! But she is not, everything is lying, she cannot get up. Says: "I got sick, it seems, I need to go to the hospital." I folded it in four, threw it into my backpack and carried it to the hospital. Convenient, the backpack is lightweight, only rattles. To the doctor in the hospital, he boasted of our achievements of willpower. The doctor understood everything, went to her room, took it out of the gap between the wall and the bed, and said this speech:
“Food is, of course, evil, and you did very well to quit. It's a pity it's too late. You have been poisoning yourself with this very food for so long that the body is used to it! Dastardly food was embedded in all his processes. And now it is dangerous to deprive him of food. Therefore, occasionally, infrequently, three or four times a day maximum, you need to serve small portions to the damned body. "
Natasha sighed, but what to do? After all, a doctor is an authority. And she agreed. So now he takes this poison by the hour. It just turned out to be a neglected case. Because from early childhood, an addiction has arisen - parents overlooked, well, what is there to remember. I realized now: if you don't want to become an edaholic, don't start. From one dumpling immediately addictive, worse than heroin. And if you start, one thing remains - to control and walk fat. But alive!
I, in general, like most women, considered myself fat all my life. My size at different times fluctuated between 44 and 48, but a year ago I firmly switched to 54. For a while, being lazy to change my wardrobe, I steadfastly put on my clothes, which at times burst at the seams. But when the last blouse did not fit in the sleeve, I realized that I could not avoid shopping.
It was then that I realized the whole plight. Even when I was 48, I had a bulging tummy and a big butt for my short stature. And now, all the more, dress with caution. But in stores, as it turned out, clothes of my size are divided into two types - the first, this is something very fashionable, but clearly designed for size 40, and then just enlarged. Some sweaters with a wide elastic band on the bottom are worth it - two minutes and it crawls away from ear to ear! And what about the skinny pants?
Perhaps it's worth starting ... with shoes. Nothing makes a woman as graceful as heels. And nothing is so frightening as a wicked fat woman waddling on stilts, from which her legs hurt. Someone once suggested to us that the legs in high heels are longer and slimmer. This rule only works for the thin ones! Plump on stiletto heels, especially if it is accompanied by a platform and large details, looks ridiculous. And then, let's be honest, it's already hard for us to carry the burden of our carelessness. So you need to make sure your shoes are comfortable. Fall in love with tiny "baby" stilettos - between three and five centimeters, their delicate tapping will cheer you up and make you feel like a feather, will look logical and your legs will not get tired, especially if you accompany all this with orthopedic insoles.
Use the services of a shoe maker - stretching the bootleg and shortening the heels will significantly expand the choice, and you will be able to buy not the “only one that has fastened” pair, but the one that you like. Personally, I recently took boots in the stretch that I had not worn for three years - they did not converge in the calf by 10 centimeters! So, two days later, for three hundred rubles, the boots that I had buried for myself a long time ago were resurrected.
Clothing is the most painful topic. And it's better to start it with the linen. The worst thing that can happen to us is the chest at waist level and panties that turn the ass into a loin tied with strings.
With panties everything is clear - buy them in your size! Anything so long as they don't reap. By the way, I discovered for myself that in lingerie stores like Milavitsa, which I have always despised for being expensive, you can save a lot. It's elementary - the panties bought there live much longer! Cheap cotton ones look after a couple of washings so you can't look without pain. And expensive lace miracles, if washed carefully, can please a year or more. Bras are trickier. Low big breasts are very plump, and we are already not sweet. If the breast is the third size (thank God), then all right. And if the sixth? Firstly, it is worth paying attention to the bustier - there will be fewer folds on the back, and the chest will hold better. The ideal cup is a rigid shape. Which will pack everything well, but without foam rubber and push-ups. Wide straps, or double straps, are also a great thing. In order not to pull up the straps that always slide off sloping full shoulders, buy special clothespins for the straps - some on the back connect them and they stop slipping.
The bra must be in size! In no case should it be small in a cup, it turns out an unaesthetic double chest, honestly, you can see it even under a sweater from a kilometer away. And in volume it should not be large - this will not get rid of folds on the back, and the fastener will rise to the neck, and there will be no support.
Well, if everything is really bad - a heavy chest interferes with life, the straps cut the shoulders and nothing helps, then you need a corset. Only not those erotic things from lingerie stores, but a real one with many bones. Actually I'm a corset, I know what I'm talking about. This solves several problems at once - the chest is at the right height. The one she was on in high school. Looks great, especially considering the king size. The bust is no longer a burden. There is no need to bend under her weight anymore, only after getting rid of it, you realize that all this time you have been stooping and walking half bent over. It becomes easier to breathe and begins to want to live. No folds! You can wear jersey and not look like a sharpei. Not on the back, not on the stomach. Unless, of course, the master is good. Well, a nice addition - to tighten the tummy and waist. Two corsets will cost like four bras in a good store, and they will be much more joyful.
If you do not wear a corset, you should pay attention to the shaping underwear. In fact, you will not lose anything in volume and the size will not become smaller. This is different. The folds disappear, the silhouette becomes smoother and the clothes fit better. True, you need to buy expensive underwear on the bones - cheap Chinese joy after the first squat will gather in the same folds.
Tights .... I don't even know what to say here. The four on me began to burst on the bottom before I left the house. I am very picky - I only wear nylon to match my skin, I am snow white, and tan tights look doubtful on me. So sizes like 5 or 6 come across to me, we can say that never. I found a way out in stockings under the belt - since they do not have a silicone tape, the lace edge stretches well, I buy a deuce, the most popular size, and enjoy beautiful stockings. And nowhere does it press, no need to think - now I am going to sit in the transport, and will the tights crack on the pope? Well, my husband is delighted of course.
So we are packed in the right linen. What to do next? If it's all about feng shui, then throw out all the pants. Seriously. And it's not that I'm an adherent of femininity. It's just that trousers stick out all the flaws of a full figure, some thighs are worth something, they are pushed back and forth when walking. Itself is not visible. Others chuckle to themselves. Sometimes I can’t hold my own.
Skirts are not an open edge of self-realization, I accidentally came to this when I was getting fat - my pants were already small, and the skirts were still adjusted. This is where I caught Zen. All my life I wore jeans. And then it turned out that I actually do not need them. The skirt not only makes me slimmer, it also does not rub between the legs (a problem, right?) And therefore helps me in the difficult struggle for a beautiful wardrobe. And it's so hard to find something, and if you buy a replacement every two months, you can go crazy!
Dresses are generally a thing - they do not have this border between the top and the bottom, they do not halve and look much better. There are styles that make a light dessert out of the largest bun. They are also good for the lazy - no need to think about how to combine a blouse and a skirt.
Knitwear is difficult here. If there is no underwear that smooths out folds, it is better to forget about thin jersey. Forget about voluminous knitwear altogether - the figure in it is already very monumental. In the cold, everything is ours - it's not a voluminous, but dense knitting - it keeps the heat well, and does not increase the width.
About silhouettes. Loose clothing makes you slim, in the sense in which it is used - bullshit. If a large woman wears a hoodie, she does not look slimmer, she looks like a sarcophagus. Especially if it's all black - a black square and nothing more. Remember - clothes must be in size! Do not press in any way, but also sit on the figure. In short, if you are not lucky, you need to go to the atelier or to the dressmaker. If you are used to buying on the market, it will seem expensive. But to sew one dress every three months is permissible even for a housewife - you will save on sweets, but if not for bread, then it will be possible to dress beautifully in people for sure. In addition, if a thing is sewn from good fabric, it will live for a very long time. It's time to monitor your weight - not to lose weight, we love ourselves anyway. And simply not to recruit - otherwise it is very difficult to be well dressed. While you are tormented by getting a beautiful thing, you cannot get into it. This is not the case.
About colors - don't wear dark clothes. Here, as with heels, it only slims the thin ones. Adds monumentality to full ladies. On the dresses above, you can see through. Unfortunately, there are almost no beautiful dresses for overweight on the internet, and the article could not do without black. If possible, give preference to light gentle tones, nothing flashy - we are already hard to miss.
Now for the details. Never wear skirts above the knee! It’s gone even if you’re one in a million and don’t have cellulite. If you want to show off sexuality - the length is just below the middle of the calf and the cut to the knee - looks gorgeous. For everyday wear, the length is good under the calf or slightly above - it depends on which legs. Look at the pictures of those who dared to wear a short skirt and miscalculated.
Before putting on a thing with or without short sleeves, you need to critically examine the condition of your hands. Cellulite, gelatinousness and spider veins are a clear contraindication. A three-quarter sleeve is perfect - we tend to have thin wrists, so why not show them off? The theme will be a neat bracelet.
Speaking of decorations. Do not overuse rings, and do not overuse anything at all. Remember that we are already attracting attention to ourselves. Dimensions. Jewelry on the wrists and neck should be very laconic, if with pebbles, then not the size of a nut. If you cannot live without large rings, put on one. But with earrings you can be more free - a full face loves earrings, preferably dangling, this gives the face mobility. It is only worth considering that a full face tends to be round. There is no need to choose icicle earrings, let the jewelry also be smooth outlines. Well, not flashy colors.
Makeup. It’s strange that I’m talking about this, right? However, I found that the make-up also needed an amendment for completeness. The main thing to focus on is the skin. Matting napkins, powder, special foundation. In general, I will go in greasy shine. Matte, even skin - what could be better? Unless you're a makeup genius, don't paint your eyes brightly. Most of the fat ladies on the background of the face, the eyes look very small. I have great makeup, false eyelashes and arrows - damn it again! - enlarge the eyes only for those who are not small and so. In our case, the effect will be the opposite - behind the aggressive make-up the eyes will disappear altogether. See example below.
If you like something brighter, choose lips - it's safer. And even if you miss the color with the trash, it will still be acceptable.
Nice eyebrows color any face. Take care of this. You shouldn't do a tattoo - cases when after six months it does not look creepy are rare. Eyebrows will not work with a thread either - they will be lost against the background of a generously gifted face. Keep the thickness medium, focus on bend and height. I have low eyebrows. I pluck them out a little thinner than I would need, but paint them on the thickness from above, if you consider that the pencil is matched perfectly to the tone, you get beautiful high eyebrows.
It is not necessary to "emphasize the cheekbones" with blush. We do not have them. If your face is pale, apply a natural blush in the area where your natural blush would normally be. This will brighten up the fullness and look aesthetically pleasing.
What about the hairstyle? I often see women in the subway with short, sleek haircuts that literally lick their heads. Don't do that. It does not slim, it only spoils. Surprisingly, a voluminous hairstyle is good for us. Lush bob, chemistry (not soviet) or Hollywood curls - here everyone decides for himself. It is useful to watch Dita von Teese - although she is slender, she has a very large face. And he copes well, manipulating all kinds of curls. Drew Berimore and Adele can also be taken as role models in their hairstyle.
What can you say in the end? It takes a lot of work to be full and beautiful. BUT it's worth it !!!
The canons of beauty are gradually changing. If initially the concept of beauty was born from expediency, visual reflection of health, suitability for procreation, now it is determined by completely different principles. First of all, this is the convenience of working with a figure for fashion designers, displaying them in photo and video materials. But even now, among the dominance of skinny models, there are also normal or slightly puffy beauties. Moreover, it would be correct to call them the sexiest BBWs.
1. Tara Lynn
Tara is considered the most beautiful model with curvaceous forms. Although her colleagues consider Tara "fat", she herself loves her body and, on the contrary, feels sorry for the skinny standard models. Lynn does not harass herself with diets, but she also did not take her form in fast foods. She constantly works with the body, does yoga for at least an hour a day, and of course she loves herself exactly as nature created her. In many cultures, Tara would be called the ideal of female beauty and the sexiest BBW!
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Justine burst onto the catwalks just a few years ago. And now she is considered one of the most beautiful in the modeling business in the plus size. It is distinguished by softness and clarity of forms, harmonious beauty.
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Christina is one of the largest fatties in the fashion world. At the same time, she is also a successful presenter on television, she is invited to appear in advertising for clothes and appear in the most fashionable magazines, she is one of the most in demand.
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Barbara has had a successful career for 10 years as a model for fashion magazines, in particular, she starred for Grace, MODE, Womans World and Glamor. When Barbara became a mother, she began to produce her own clothing line for sexy fatties like her, as well as for expectant mothers.
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Sylvia's career is just beginning. She recently broke into the world of haute couture, but has already become a very popular model. Now a Korean American woman needs to be able to hold out among the curvy beauties like her.
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Anansa is just climbing the podium Olympus. But she has wonderful luggage - in addition to youth, beauty and charm, there is also a supermodel mom Beverly Johnson, who graced the cover of Vogue in 1974.
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Natalie is a bright representative of beautiful plump girls. She has starred for many magazines, participates in various advertising campaigns. Natalie's images are adorning billboards in the United States.
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Ashley specializes in lingerie displays with grace and charm.
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Kate's career began in the early 90s. During this time, Dillon managed to climb to the very top and even enter the rating of fifty of the most beautiful people on the planet.
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Brazilian women are considered the hottest. At the same time, it is difficult to call them thin or skinny. It is thanks to the Brazilian women that the fashion for the magnificent "sirloin" part appeared. Flavia was in New York just a nanny, where she was noticed and invited to the fashion industry for her bright appearance and hot temperament.
NS hit all the weight gain records: + 14 kg in three months. Before, I would lock myself in a chicken breast machine and hide from everyone until I get back in shape. Now I look in the mirror - what an appetizing girl, and to the remarks "You have recovered", I answer - "I like it." Agree, the beauty is the same.
In recent months, I've mostly been running between feline resuscitation and IVs, seeking medications, and consulting veterinarians endlessly. Strength remains - just cry into the pillow, drink sweet yogurt and eat a piece of cake. Two or three, more precisely - to sweeten this hell, one piece was not enough.
If you are now thinking something like, "This is how people are gaining weight quietly," you are wrong. This is not at all "imperceptible" - you understand the consequences immediately: after two weeks I did not fit into jeans, after another two absolutely all my things became small, except for ski pants. Thank gods, it's winter now - I don't need anything else.
When I was 20 years old, I worked in an office with a very pretty woman under forty and weighing under 100 kg. I used to look at her bright tight-fitting clothes, at the trousers that her husband gave for the anniversary and thought that with such a figure she would shoot herself.
Now I weigh 67 kg ... From the height of a new member of the fat club, I responsibly declare: this is the same as weighing 40, only 67. For some reason, everyone thinks that overweight people have their minds swollen with fat and their feelings crushed, and some kind of second-rate work - work for the fat brutes ... And, of course, the fat on their eyes swam, otherwise they would have understood how thick they are.
Suddenly: when you get fat, nothing in life changes, except for the size of your clothes. Clothing size yes. However, I'm afraid my ski pants will look less relevant in April.
WITH I started showing this photo to my friends, they were indignant: “Honey, you are chubby, but in this photo you are just a fat ass! Don't publish it and don't show it to anyone. " Six months ago, I really would not have shown this photo to my friends. Or I would grab onto Photoshop - with its help, you can turn into an anorexic nymphet, and cover your fat with something, or even divert the audience's eyes. Like that. Well, who on this photo toad will see that the little gnome has Poles like a boar on his watch?
M I didn't turn 33, and I stopped hating my body - I like it, whatever it is. It's even cool - there is a new person in the mirror, and that's me too! I have cheeks and boobs! Yes, I can even twerk now - I have an ASS!
I consider it superfluous to hide all these luxuries behind black overalls. By April, instead of ski pants, I'll buy myself bright dresses. I will twist my hips luxuriously. Curl curls. To be photographed as Marika Rekk. In short, at the age of 20, I thought that at the 60 kilogram mark, you need to hide at home, while you fit in the doorways, and there quickly and without cost to commit suicide. But it turned out - it's just another new curious life. I used to think that getting better is terrible, there was no talk of any funny photosets and dresses.
I know for sure that in three months I will easily put myself in shape, only now - do I need this form?
Any form of mine is me.
N no, I didn't start turning off the bedroom light to hide my belly or chubby thighs from my man. I don’t wear a tank cover either. Firstly, it is sinful to consider your man an idiot - he will still notice an increase in the girl by one and a half times. Secondly, to be honest, I don’t care: I know that I can get sick, go bald, lose an arm or a nose, I’ll never be younger than I’m now either ... If a man is not ready to go through it - to hell with such a man , No?
By the way, I remember that a year and a half ago I had
