Some Basic Truths

I am fat. I am overweight. It's just the truth. Am I morbidly obese? No. Are people grossed out when they look at me? No. (At least I don't think so...) But am I fat? Yes.

But here's the thing. I love the basic shape of my body. Buried underneath several layers of fat is a beautiful woman. I don't have much of a butt or big hips, but there's a gentle curve there that I think is pretty appealing. I have a great rack, just to be honest. My waist nips in the way it should, and my arms and legs are slender.

What's that quotation? “The sculptor produces the beautiful statue by chipping away such parts of the marble block as are not needed--it is a process of elimination.” That's what I'm doing. I'm an artist, tediously sculpting the vision in my head of what my body will be.