"I finally figured out my body type. It's hour glass with extra minutes." These are the Confessions of a Curvy Girl.
Every since I can recall, my pants haven't fit right. Gaps in my pants. Thighs that rub. Unwanted attention.
It's, crazy. Completely and totally insane to be exact. "Aye, shorty! Where yo man at?" The honks, the whistling, paired with the disappointment that is shopping.
So, what are my confessions?
People want so bad to be "thick" or "curvy", it can be overrated. Truth is, sometimes I'd like to be slimmer.
Denim is like a nightmare for me. Holes, they're always in my pants. Or they simply don't even fit, I'd like for my pants to fit my waist and not be expanded by my hips.
Denim is like a nightmare for me. Holes, they're always in my pants. Or they simply don't even fit, I'd like for my pants to fit my waist and not be expanded by my hips.
Chafing. The reason I very seldom wear shorts is because my thighs rub. There's no worse sensation than the one that you get when you have welts from your thighs rubbing.
I'd love to live and not feel like my hips are the first thing someone notices about me. I mean, it's nice that people think my shape is beautiful but that's not all I am. I get annoyed.
The plus, my dresses and any other stretchy material fit nice. And, the shape of my figure looks cool.
Signed, A Curvy Girl
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