Depending on how much I weigh
June 25, 2007 · Print This Article

I don’t know whether you know but I love to read…usually soppy romances…but you wont hold that against me will you?
I have been on a mission lately to read curvy novels — that is novels with plus-size [real sized] heroines. Surprise, Surpise I haven’t found many but I discovered a great resource in Amazons Listmania It seems some other plus-sized beauties have had the same idea and have posted reviews on their finds. I am slowly going through the books and some a really rather good…However, I wanted to share this excerpt that I read on page 1(one) of a book by Louise Kean called “The Perfect 10″…I will share more of my thoughts on this book at a later date…but I thought this excerpt was very, very fitting.
“The colour of my eyes is dependent on how much I weigh today. They are either the silver grey of a morning mist accross a canadian lake as the sun rises and catches the cold gleaming water. Or they are the colour of dishwater, greasy and thick with grime, dirty with all of the family’s Sunday roasting pans, and forks and knives, and casserole dishes and baking trays -murky and grimy and ugly.
Depending on what I weigh, my hair might be the browns and caramels of a thick chocolate bar that melts and shines and drips promise by the fire. Or the flat brown of a library carpet, laid in 1972, and trampled on by cheap shoes and schoolchildren every day since - tired and thin and lifeless…
Depending on how much I weight today, my breasts may be round and full, reminiscent of a Russ Meyer vixen, ready to be grasped, voluminous and juicy. Or they are veiny and sagging, the skin at the top indented and ravaged by stretched tears, sitting lazily on my ribcage, flattened and blotchy, and dry.
I will love or hate myself, depending on how much I weigh today.”
Well the colour of MY eyes today are morbidly black, My hair colour is a dull’ish dark brown with tired blond specs, my hair hangs stringy and lifeless around my shoulders, my saggy breasts are hanging right down to my waist…you do the maths…what do you think the scales told me today….GRRRRR















Oh no! Hopefully tomorrow your eyes, hair and breasts will sparkle!
hehehe…well maybe not tomorrow…but I am sure in a week or two or three…I have been battling a gruesome bout of the flue which is not helping my weight at all…cause when I’m miserable and feeling like crap all I feel like eating is CRAP.
I wont repulse you will all I have eaten in the last 3 days but I’ll give you an idea… 6 donuts, 1 piece of black forest cake (with lots of cream), chicken pie, chocolate brownie slice, 75g packet of turkish delight chocalettes, 1 HUGE Chocolate chip cookie (the size of a dinner plate), more savoury pies…the list goes on. I have ashamedly PIGGED OUT! True I have been at deaths door…or so it seemed, but that is NO excuse.
Flabuless