The Body Beautiful


Everyday as women, especially black women, we are set to unreasonable standards. Too thick, too skinny, too much ass, not enough ass, etc. the list can go on for days. And with the images that are put out in the media, especially in music videos and mens magazines, it is easy for one to feel as if they don't measure up to society's standard of beauty.

Man, the inner struggle i go through with food is something wicked. I have finally given up on all crash diets, and quick weight loss methods and decided that i am gonna do it the right way. Now, don't get me wrong, i have slimmed down some after deciding that i could no longer go on in this impostors body, i must taken control and claim back what's mine. Honestly , i think I'm pretty damned sexy, and many women would be happy to be the size i am now, it's just that spending my entire childhood, teenage, and early adult years as an athlete I'm uncomfortable in the skin i'm in. People say, "just lose the weight" that's easier said than done, if losing weight was easy, the weight loss industry wouldn't be a billion dollar industry .. I'm just sayin. Now even as an adult, when i stopped playing sports i gained a bit of weight and lost it back, and fell in love with these new found curves. With measurements of 36c-28-40 i was slim in all the right places, and thick in others. Then i got my first desk job, and i let my body go to shit. Now, don't get me wrong the pay is good, and i love the hours and schedule flexibility, but honestly, my job is so damned mentally draining that i find it hard to do anything but want to crash out on the sofa after a hard day of selling out to the man.

I've joined a few gyms, and started out great, everyone would be like "Oh E, girl you slimming down right! " and i would take extreme pleasure in my progress and reward myself with sugary goodies and fried delights. Now, I'm a southern girl through and through, and there is nothing more that i love than a big ol plate of fried chicken or pork chops, with some made from scratch mashed potatoes, some fried okra, some baked mac and cheese, some cornbread.. . man i could go on and on about this.. which reminds me, i just got through working out, and i have indeed made myself hungry lol. However, I shall remain steadfast on my course of weight loss and instead of going in the kitchen to fix myself a snack, i will continue to bleed my "thick girl's blues" out through this here blog. And yes, i am thick, not fat, some girls don't know the difference, i am not one of them lol, even with the weight game genetics played a great role in making sure it went to all the right places (thanks grandma ) .

Now we shall do the reverse before and after pics lol.

This is me in 2006-2007
sigh it breaks my heart to look at this, i was still in the
pursuit of my flat stomach i had when i was playing ball,
but over all i was happy. this was in the fall of 2006.






now this one was when i first started to pick up
my weight in the beg of 2007, i was still happy at
that size, but i just let the control slip away. i
got caught up in my relationship, working,
partying, and just down right trying to maintain
in this crazy world we live in, and my fitness and
physical well being slipped to the bottom of my list.






And here we go in 2008 ...

a considerable difference from the two above, at this time
i first began trying "quick weight loss" solutions,
i swear i have loss and regained the same 10-15lbs
at least four times.






And Finally the summer of 2009


I have slimmed down some since this pic was taken,
but it was one of the more recent full body shots.
I have here laid out the evidence and hold myself
accountable for the goals i have let slip through
my fingers like sand .







It's hard to be the same person in a new body, I had to completely revamp the way i dress, pretty much change everything about the way i carry myself. Before i would look through club pics and just make sure i didn't post ones where my drunk face wasn't completely out of order, now i have to make sure i don't think i look "fat". And the previous friends i kept around would never hesitate to say "Oh girl you used to have them coke bottle curves," and when i would shoot a dirty look in their direction , a feeble attempt to retract the statement would be made by uttering some bullshit like "At least you still got your shape."

Now, I have an awesome support system around me, my family, friends, and twitta fam, hold me down, and don't give negativity. I just feel that since i have never had to deal with being overweight in my life until the past two years, i should document my journey so that when i reach my goal weight, i will never let it slip away from me again. I miss being able to wear a bikini with confidence, or being able to go into any store and get whatever i wanted off the rack, i have had to scale back on some of the trends because they no longer fit my body type.

My weight loss goal is extremely ambitious, i want to lose 60lbs in about 4 to 5 months. Now i know for this to happen, it will take extreme dedication. I have revamped the way i shop for groceries, and i am completely cutting fast food out for the next few months. Now with this 60 lb weight loss goal, it takes me far beyond my weight of 2006-2007 to what i feel would be an ideal weight for me to feel my personal best. Now will i share my current weight with you, in a later post sure, also with pics and progress updates of my measurements, since i put in on the net, I'm going all in. I will also share what workouts and diet methods work best for me throughout my journey, and i will be sure to give constant updates on progress of attaining "The Body Beautiful"

While you are here don't hesitate to peruse my poetry .

Paramour

you pulled
me by hair
into your dreams
asked me if
i like the way
you love me
on some varying level
I've always known
you'd hurt me.
i like pain.

enamored,
I'd follow
you the depths
of Hades
for a mere sip
from your fountain
of affection for
a mere drop upon
the lips can
satiate the
intense yearning
that devastates
my every moment
of conscience being.

it's unsettling here
the ground is
uneven i stumble
as i leave
remnants of my
innocence behind
limbs upon limbs
our spirits
further entwined.

my predilection for affliction
ensures my eternal
enslavement
in your lair
of licentious
recreation and torture.

i mold,
bend, but don't break
as you test the limits
of my undying adoration.
i sit here..
waiting silently in
the wings..
your perfect paramour

Sylvia Plath

i dabbed at my tears
toyed, frolicked
with the idea
of taking that long
dirt nap.

i dabbled pain
pondered, contemplated
the absence of my
presence in the lives
of those
i cherished most


exhausted
knocked on my
ass, tired of getting up
can i just
stay
d
o
w
n



i dabbled in hurt
wondered, how long
would you love me
after i was gone...
would you hate/blame
me or yourself...
just thoughts.. just thoughts.

i stand in front
of you
and wonder if you
see me at all.


i dabbled in loneliness ,
toyed, frolicked
with the idea of
the blade to the flesh
tortured being at rest
but not really. . .

wondered how it
would feel to drown
the burning
spread across my lungs
would i scream
knowing no one
could hear?
Less messy that way...
i try to be considerate

written/erased/rewritten
that "note"
mentally a million times
only to
decide there would be no note
only questions,
i don't know the answers
why should you...

guess i'm not
as considerate as i thought.


i dabbled in death,
pondered, contemplated
these thoughts...
just thoughts...


just

thoughts

Luxuria

It wasn't supposed to be like this…
For me to crave you like I do…
I am gestated desire…
I carry you with me…
Your tongue dictates the sway of my hips
You are that glow that they speak of
When they say
"something has changed, can't
Quite put my finger on it girl
But damn you look good"
I wonder if they glimpse the mischievous hint
Of you that rests in the corners of my full lips
As I curve them ever so slightly to half smile
For only moments ago they were
Pursed with sweat as if my breath was saccharine
One palm gripping the sheet
The other gripping your head…
Oh….
….my
…god

And What head it is….

The consequence of
The warmth of your mouth on me
Is devastating to any sense of
Self restraint I once felt…
Far surpassing a want…I need
Your special gift

It wasn't supposed to be like this…
For desire to consume my every spare instant
Unfaltering…taking over my inhibitions
I find myself sinking father
Into this abyss of unbridle lust
My flesh against your flesh…
Multiples build slowly within me…
Washing over my senses

Deafening me….blinding me….
I taste you….
You feel me tighten as
I give you my greatest gift
The scent of our lovemaking
Makes me feel whole….
My love pulses and throbs..
She calls your name…
The sensation of you inside
Of my love cove
Lingers…

I'm caught in your seduction
Not sure if I want to get out….

Luxuria Revisted


Left my mojo in the car
checked my cool at the door
here i stand before you
dismantled
mind said go
heart said no
body said "let her have you"

say you love my thick thighs
and round ass that
sings of the motherland
as i saunter to you
donning only my heels
and the glow of arousal

i hate how much i need you
we've been here before
luxuria revisited

Undressed, hips pressed
guttural moans
sensual groans

i know you love me
right now i don't care
fuck me... my yoni needs it

no accessories needed tonight
armed with only a stiff tongue
and your supple body
for desire is a road well traveled


raise my hips to you
thighs splayed..
bring your mouth to me...

thrashing about in a weak
attempt to run from
your acquired skill
you know every inch of me
taste every bit of me...

my love is saccharine
you chant my name repeatedly
between the stokes of your tongue
back arches... and i once again cum...
for desire is a road well traveled



our lovemaking is
reminiscent of a dream
suspended in an eternity
i have no will to escape

ummm.. lay back bay bee
let mama show you
love the way a only woman can...
flesh and flesh
wet upon wet
tribadism
this is love/lust at it's best

girl scream for me...
cream for me..
love the way you glisten
beneath me...
familiar lovHer you are
gets better with time ...
your climax in conjunction with mine...
desire...
a road often traveled
luxuria revisited

Letter Of Marque


Note: a letter of marque is an official warrant issued by a government to search, seize and/or destroy specified assets or personnel belongings of a foreign party. I thought it would be super interesting to take that idea and use it as a premise for a poem where instead of country invading another country, it would be one woman invading another woman in a very lustful manner lol, and the internal battle she is struggling with. That being said.. enjoy :)



My stomach knots and twists
as i ponder the ramifications
of my choice
to take the tour
down this path of infatuation
with you as my guide.
My conscience concedes to
luxuria as my resolve
grows increasingly weary
of this game of cat and mouse...
i no longer have the strength
to deny you what you desire.

You invade my sub conscious
visit me in my REM
accommodate my lust
in your cocoon of
practiced skill
i awake to find my fingers
cradled between my thighs
which lay splayed
waiting for you to enter me...
damn I'm impatient

You tell me you're on the way
desire courses through my veins
as imagination runs wild
with fantasies of the unprecedented
pleasure that i will achieve by
replacing my touch with yours
My pussy does the happy dance
as she awaits your arrival

Hair let down, candles lit,
disappointment sets in
as time passes and the flame
entirely engulfs the wick.

I see why they call it Vickie's Secret
Cause tonight i sure didn't
get to tell nobody....

Disappointment gave way to hurt
my big ego bruised....
hurt gave way to anger...
which you quickly subdued.
Wanted to say fuck it
tell you to get the hell on
but my body said
"no! wait, give her the chance to atone."

and my oh my
how well you atone
as my eyes meet your gaze
and apprehension quickly began to dissipate,
you grab me with a ferocity
that assures me that i am
not alone in my desire...
for it if were water, it would fill the room
and drown us both.

my breath quickens
as i raise my hips
to you, tempt you to taste my honey.
She aches for tactual sensation as
The realization of this slow burning anticipation
overwhelms me as my eyes
close and i repeatedly recite your name
my moans and sighs singing the melody
to the beat that your tongue puts down on me
Arms tightly locked down on my thighs,
denying me escape from a pleasure
that is all but too much to endure

armed with only your digits and an
oh-so-gifted mouthpiece
you coerce me into an
euphoric submission as
i float higher and higher
each orgasm increasingly
intense as my legs quiver and collapse

I gaze up at you with satisfaction
as a smug smile plays upon
the corner of your lips...
you notice the aftershock
of your touch by the shakiness in my hips

Fuck you...
And your charm
You easily disarm...
Any wall I have built protection
to keep from letting you in,
as my mind hums the melody
to our song of sin.

Invade me
armed with your
letter of marque
Search my body,
capture my mind.....
Seize me.

The Truth

My every nerve ending is aflame
You en kindle an unabated desire
my soul whispers your name
in the shadows of my heart...
you burst into my life
at a time when all seemed insipid and mundane
i found myself amazed at the apparition
of beauty
i desire you
beyond comprehension
got me breakin all my rules
i allowed you access past the fortress
of a cool and calm exterior
I role played pygmalion
attempted to mold and shape you
into what I felt you should be
and in the process faced myself
you make me want better
reminiscent of my younger self
optimistic and untainted by the cruel
realities of an adult world
you make me feel sexy
at the times
when i don't feel beautiful
after knowing you for so long
the newness of it all
still seems unreal to me...
you
make
me
feel

A L I V E

I refuse to settle into routine
I'll never take the fantasy away
i need to be your naughty girl
Stroke me against the wall
Acquire me from the back while
you run your fingers across
my back tats...
ummmmmmmmm.....
it's hard to maintain composure
when i think of you
my muse when i groove
to the sounds of raheem devaughn
and eryakah badu
for a watered down mainstream tune
over a generic beat cant begin to explicate
how starved my body is
without you inside me...
how much i miss you
when you're not in my presence

Never in a million years could i have began to
imagine that it would be like this
How deep you see beneath the skin
Sometimes i'm frightened that i've let you in
You lighten my life with seraphic bliss
when all seems melancholy
caught in a
ever changing dynamic
of the emotional power struggle
that we play
i know sometimes you
concede just so i'll shut up
and feel as if i've had my way

I envision you in my slumber
Pin you up in my hair
You live in my smile
I tie you round my waist
and carry you with me
you make me feel complete
In a world full of craziness and lies
I know one thing to be absolute

you ARE the truth....