This is in reference to the super hot chick in black jeans posting about thunder thighs, here: http://thethickness.tumblr.com/post/4954969711/i-was-walking-down-the-street-this-evening-going
I saw that post had to immediately proclaim just how intensely sexy that girl is. It's like really not even remotely funny. And also to relay the fact those four fucktards were amazingly jealous of her. It's why they felt the pressing need to bring her down a peg.
Her body is sick. Period. Point blank. I took one look at the photo and I had to wipe the drool off the side of my mouth. How she don't see that is seriously beyond me. But what is a FACT is that those four douchenuggets did see that and were instantly threatened by it. Hence the puerile name calling.
Ladies be ducks. Shake it off your backs. Such infantile insults shouldn't even be allowed to pierce your exterior. There are many more clever ways to insult curvy/thick women. They lack sufficient brain power and should therefore be unworthy of any further discussion.
However, let me quickly come to the point of my writing this.
I'm a much bigger girl than that girl was (I'm 5'4" 242 lbs last time I checked earlier this week), and no lie that has NEVER happened to me before in my life. Why you ask? Is it because I'm in some way different than she was? Most assuredly not. Such Weaksauce Shit Eaters don't even see me as any sort of threat.
See I'm too big to even ping on their radars. I tell you all this to further drive home the point of just HOW MUCH her amazing body offended their delicate limpdick sensibilities. The simple act of her being happy made them hate themselves. The fact that her amazing body could easily PULL any single man or woman alive into her intoxicating web of Sexy Awesomeness is reason enough, all while they struggle to self flaggelate, and deny themselves daily sufficient nutrients to make themselves less stupid and less miserable. But she dare be HAPPY on top of that?!?! It was unbearable for them.
Instead of crying about their Sheeple attempts at relieving themselves from their own oppressive self hate, you really need to feel sorry for them. That or Point & Laugh to your hearts content, in no certain order.
Today my mom and I were shopping and she pointed out a pair of small lacey underwear. She said "How can someone over a size 6 wear something like that?" I happened to have the exact same pair in my drawer at home, which I told her. Her reaction was shocked. "Tori, your ass has to look huge in those! How can you feel comfortable showing all that?" My mother has always been critical of my weight, and this hurt me. I felt sexy in my underwear. Confident and sexy at 220 pounds in my lace. So in the middle of the store I told her, not quitely in the slightest, "My ass doesn't look huge in them at all. I wear them and feel amazing. Guys love a confident girl in lace. I look great in them, and my big, pale, wide and flat, cellulite ass is phenomenal!" Revolution girls!