See when people talk about big girls the image that automatically comes to mind is some sloppy roseann barr/monique looking broad. When I think about bbw's I think of pre weight loss jennifer hudson/ jazmin sullivan/ that chick that cole posted. I know alot of bbw's actually that look better than your in shape/average female you coli dudes thirst after.
It's something sexy about a girl who keeps herself in shape and hits the gym. Doing daily maintenence on her body
I had my ex come through a couple of nights ago, and we fukked for about 2 hours. She got up, took a shower, and worked out in my crib
Asking me where was my protein and shyt
See when people talk about big girls the image that automatically comes to mind is some sloppy roseann barr/monique looking broad. When I think about bbw's I think of pre weight loss jennifer hudson/ jazmin sullivan/ that chick that cole posted. I know alot of bbw's actually that look better than your in shape/average female you coli dudes thirst after.
We share so many common things in life. I hope to be able to meet and kick it with you one day.
This is the truest shiit i ever wrote. So if you have to lambaste me with proverbial tomatoes or judge/clown me... it's warranted and i accept it.
My girlfriend is a bbw. I'm not afraid or a shamed to announce it. Although, sometimes when we are out and aboot, i do feel slightly... embarassed because she'll don a summer dress and her tummy will poke out a bit. Now, she works out a lot, but it's not enough to counter all the weight she put on during college (I saw her high school photo; doggies, she was skinny and was a part of the varsity basketball team, wtf?!).
But au contraire to it all, i fell in love with the woman she is internally. Like Legacy said, this woman is literally the greatest person i've ever met.
We broke up last June for a few days because i was selfish and wanted out. Didn't even give it ample time to think it over before rekindling. So we reconciled... only to have me meet another woman a few weeks later while we were still together.
I have since deaded it with the other woman, and wanted to start a new chapter with my main (she's moving into a new place this weekend, has an interview with Boeing next week)... shiit was supposed to be a new era. Baseball cap.
On Monday morning, i go to use the wash room, get out and my girl goes,
"Babes, i just did something i wasn't supposed to do."
I was like, "What, did you step on a big spider or something? Fart under the blanket again? It's all good cuz i'm already up. haha! Too bad. Hee hee."
She goes, "You've been talking to a 41 year old single mom from the north end? How many times have you had sex with her."
Instantly, i knew i fukked up. This is real talk. But i thought i covered my tracks well. Names have been changed, texts deleted, etc. Or so I thought.
During that 15 minute rest room brake, she found the texts of me texting my friends about meeting that chick and the events leading up to that hang out. So for a couple months, i lied and deceived her, about being with the boys or relatives... when i was snooping or seeking new prospects.
AHH FUKK MEE!!!
Long story short, i was ashamed because i thought i was in the clear. Left my dirt behind me but it caught up before i could even start fresh.
The past few days have been tough. She asked me right before i left the door that morning, that i need to think about what i wanted... that we would both think about our decision and give it time.
The thing is, i don't want to bail, but i have this demonic wandering eye (and sometimes, i act on it... and it wouldn't be fair to keep her around if im gonna get adulterous). But i told myself i wouldn't... and i've never been this kind of guy. Before this relationship, philandering wasn't even a part of my vocab - it's so uncharacteristic of my personality.
But there i was, emotionally detached and mentally cheating on her (even if i wasn't banging other broads, i wasn't with my girl when i was with her, does that make sense?).
*sighs*
So even if i decide to come to my senses, to be with the greatest woman who i've ever met (the person, the character, the quality, the loving and warm embrace she douses me with when i'm with/without her, the attention and affection, the cooking, cleaning, personality with humor to boot and never judges me...)...
Yet i have to think about whether i want to be with her or not because i'm concerned about what other people think about our relationship?
Perhaps, i'm not worthy.
And i've become a shell of my former self, always saying that i was about the individual and the quality of their character.
Now look at me breaighs.
I'm an a$$hole.
She did NOTHING to deserve the mal-treatment that i dished out...
Even if i did decide to ask for her forgiveness and continue our union... who's to say she'd take me back?
See when people talk about big girls the image that automatically comes to mind is some sloppy roseann barr/monique looking broad. When I think about bbw's I think of pre weight loss jennifer hudson/ jazmin sullivan/ that chick that cole posted.
He compared the fat white woman, to a pre weight loss Jennifer Hudson. Not the same thing. The girl he posted is some roseann barr/monique looking broad
It's something sexy about a girl who keeps herself in shape and hits the gym. Doing daily maintenence on her body
I had my ex come through a couple of nights ago, and we fukked for about 2 hours. She got up, took a shower, and worked out in my crib
Asking me where was my protein and shyt
Gluttony is demonic but you have to love your spouse in Sickness and in health, friends.
From what i read in scripture, flabby is a form of sickness, ironically, friend. This is why its important to take Brazillian Jiujitsu.
1 Corinthians 6:19-20
Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God? You are not your own, for you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body.
Proverbs 23:20-21
Be not among drunkards or among gluttonous eaters of meat, for the drunkard and the glutton will come to poverty, and slumber will clothe them with rags.
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