Big boned gal

I wanted to be skinny I wanted to be a size 3.

I looked around and thought everyone was skinner than me.

Heck this is not a poem, this is a declaration!

Big boned was a polite term people used for fat. "Oh, she is big boned. She is a chunky girl."

The reality is I am big boned. I have heavy thick bones, large shoulders and thighs.

I have big breasts, large fingers and wide feet. I am not a petite girl at all.

I came to accept me when I came of age.

40 was the beginning of the real me.

I love my body, I love my hour glass shape.

I wanted toned arms, like Michelle Obama.

Strong muscular thighs like the tennis player, Serena Willams.

I am not delicate, I am dangerous.

I am not wimpy, I am  a beast.

Watch  out world, I am coming with a calculated vengeance.