We're The Perfect 10...Walking side by side he's the 1 and I'm the 0...

I am constantly thinking about what to write about and the subjects come at me like locust in an end of days movie and then I just feel more scatter brain and overwhelmed to write anything at all...

And recently, just when I thought there was no wrecking ball to break down my writer's block,  it was brought to my attention that this blog is seeming more like a cluster of rants... And I honestly think that's what they are and will be...???

Since joining the 21st Century (For those of you that don't know; I just a got a smart phone and barely joined Facebook and all other forms of Social media)

Naked, only in his arms, for life, literally and figuratively

Well now, I have this compulsion;

I have a thought and I want/have to share it immediately BUT sometimes I let the thought simmer and let it simmer - Until I can articulate my thoughts ...

So Please bear with me while I send out a search party to find my blog voice -and in the mean time here is another ranting session... About being fat, in love and attempting to be more confident in my own skin*....

*I am so confident that skinny girls like those seen in Victoria Secret's fashion show don't make me uncomfortable (Yeah apparently that's an aberration...) Makes me wonder if skinny girls are uncomfortable watching fat girls on tv... 
*And I don't mean to insult your intelligence but for clarifying purposes I am being facetious...

I am fat and I am in love with a man who is not afraid to be honest with me and more importantly with himself. and don't get it twisted - I don't need a man's love and appreciation to validate me...  I am just letting you know what time it is... (that just means "informing you") that I am with a man who inspires me further to accept myself more than I already do...

He doesn't have a filter (sometimes to a fault... I promise next blog "Vinh-Isms") and he doesn't always say the right things (like last night- ugh)

The truth remains-  I am proud to be with a man who can tell me that I am both fat and beautiful... I once asked him if he would love me at a ga-jillion pounds and he said, "Of course! More of you to love!"

And he is more than man enough to know, as beautifully stated above, I am so much more...We are all much, much, much more- 

Preach sister!
"Fucking me does not require an asterisk...Loving me is not a fetish...Finding me beautiful is not a novelty..."

Thank you Bekka for this video! The inspiration couldn't have come at a better time;-)