I'm Full-Figured, Not Invisible!
I’m not stupid. I didn't exactly commandeer mathematics, but I know that if the four guys that approached us, at the club, are only speaking to three out of four of us, something isn't right. I’d brush down my dress, re-position the hair that brushed my shoulders, and suck in my stomach, praying my Spanx wouldn't roll down. Once I’d look up, and stare over at the hourglass bodies that accompanied me, I would confront the notion. They weren't speaking to me because of my size. Plain and simple. Read more >