With no problem attracting men. I begin to date mature (older) men. After a divorce from someone 5 years younger.
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The Weight- Chapter Eight
Category: Weight Story
The Weight Story is about the author’s and creator of Sisters Like Us (WiN), Dawn Dean. It takes the reader along her journey of gaining and losing weight from developing breast and butt fat, to her struggles of maintaining a healthy weight due to health issues as an adult woman, losing her butt fat and muscle as she ages.
It’s the love, hate relationship women have with their bodies.
The Weight- Chapter Seven
As I rushed toward the thirty mark (twenty-seven) a new love developed with someone new, though I was somewhat apprehensive. I fell for the young Marine and all his flattery.
It was coming up on our second anniversary of us being together, when he made the comment ‘If you start gaining weight around your elbows. I’m going to leave you?” I laughed and thought nothing of it.
Yes, my narrow hips had widened maybe two inches, and my butt thickened and widen in portion to my hips. But, I didn’t think I had gained that much weight, to where he was no longer attracted to me.
My clothes had become a little snug and finding an outfit to wear out on our biweekly dates proved difficult at times. But, surely, I had room to gain a little weight. It was happy weight. You know the side effect of saying “I do.”
Nevertheless, the relationship ended because of his infidelities. This is when my weight issues seriously began.
To be continued…
Written by Dawn M. Dean
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The Weight- Chapter Six
As time went on, the love of my life and I (high school sweethearts) decided on having two more children, bringing us another handsome boy and finally a beautiful girl.
You would think after having three kids, my hips would have spread like the sea. Nope! They didn’t. And I didn’t mind as much as other women with wider hips seemed too. It was what God had given me and I worked what I had. You know that saying “if you got it, flaunt it.”
I swung my narrow hips from side to side at parties and clubs, from sun up to sun down. I dared to wear the hugging skimpy cloths my girlfriends were able to wear. Not my skinny self. Not having a curve to fill out the spandex. I really didn’t want to show off my full bosom and have men staring at my chest all night. I went to parties and clubs to dance and that’s actually what I did.
To be continued…
Written by Dawn M. Dean
The Weight-Chapter Five
In the late fall of 1987, I gave birth to a beautiful seven pound boy. Though I felt some pain, the delivery was pretty easy. Perhaps it was the medication I had decided to have administered and the coaching of my wonderful mother and the pleasant nurse.
I had only gained twenty-two pounds during my pregnancy and seven of the pounds were baby, another 3-5, I guess was the placenta and fluid. So I dropped about 12 pounds just in giving birth.
My average weight stayed around 120 pounds in my early twenties and though my pelvic spread to birth a child, my hips stayed narrow. I would say I had a very low body fat percentage.
I was only 18. Three months shy of turning 19 at the time of my son’s birth, so besides the enlarged boobs from the milk dusts filling up. I was still concerned thin.
To be continued…
Written by Dawn M. Dean
Sisters like Us
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The Weight-Chapter Four
Like some girls; not all. My boobs went from grapes; to strawberries, lemons, and then flourished into oranges, finishing at the size of grapefruits. After awhile I grew unease playing tackle football with the guys, and so did they. It’s funny remembering how they became cautious as to where to place their hands when I ran the two toned nerf ball. It went from getting tackled, to being tapped on the shoulder or arm. They tried very hard not to place their hands there (LOL). Continue reading The Weight-Chapter Four
The Weight-Chapter Three
At age eight, approaching the pre-teen years, I began to blossom . Slowly, as time passed, they grew. Sprouting in to two large floating devices on my small framed chest; filled with milk ducts, and FAT tissue. They jiggled and wiggled, getting the attention of my male classmates . Most of which I played football and basketball with. You see, I was a big tom-boy in my youth. I loved sports of every sort and played many in school. I had the energy and ambitions of a bird, to just get up and go. At recess, I’d often act as though I didn’t hear the bell ring when play time was up; ending the fun.
To be continued…
The Weight-Chapter Two
I was not always this heavy and overweight, in fact; I was what folks called boney-a rail. It’s true I have proof that my legs were long and thin with huge knees, resembling a new born pony, with long skinning arms that hung like apes. Even my face was thin. I looked like the lower case letter (I) due to humidity frizzing up my hair, sending it into some sort of an afro; dotting the (I): straight up and down not one curve in sight.
To be continued…
A Journey to Good Health: The Weight
The Weight-Chapter One
I couldn’t wait for the day that I would look like most of the celebrities of Hollywood. Thin with legs stretching from proportioned hips, and buttocks, and plump firm breast; beautiful-visually.
Every year my new year’s resolution was to look like Halle Berry. At one point it was Tyra Banks, then, I moved onto Nicole Murphy-Eddy Murphy’s ex-wife. Nevertheless, it hasn’t happened, as I try to dress my lumpy frame like Sarah Jessica Parker and Eva Longoria with an edgy side. To this day, I look nothing look like the lovely women I mentioned; though I am fighting to be the best me. I know now to appreciate me, the small accomplishments, and progress I’ve made over the past few years. I accept that, I will never look like any of them and that’s ok.
To be continued…
Written by Dawn M. Dean