I had to lament to my readers [all 3 of you] the troubled heart with which I witnessed a bigger woman conduct herself last Friday evening.
After a long day of toil and sweat, my colleagues and I decided it would behoove us to go out to ease our minds of all the stresses that accompany being a Prospective Graduate. Applying to these jobs is truly no joke. Though far later than usual, we huddled together and ventured to our regular spot.
Packed almost to capacity, our lounge was filled with young professionals in suits, awkwardly attempting to look modelesque, yet unsuccessfully avoiding invading another person's personal space.
We weaseled our way through the crowded bar and finally found a spot for our party of 8 [6 bitches and two dudes deep]. We fist-pumped, head-bobbed, and threw up our gang signs with relative comfort, and were just starting to settle in when we saw disaster plummeting its way toward us.
A size 24 bitch with the biggest breasts I'd ever seen came a stumbling upon our cozy group, clad in a white, knit crop-top, bright red scarf and ....... a FLOOR LENGTH FADED JEAN JACKET! -__-
Ladies and gentlemen, words cannot describe my dismay, disappointment, and the VOID which swiftly penetrated my soul after seeing this disaster come across our presence. I am sincere when I say it deeply saddens me to inform you that the worst is yet to be told.
After stomping her way to the midst of our group, the large woman, in ALLLLLLL her pomp and circumstance remained planted in our personal, emotional AND mental space! I dared not throw any glances of suspicion her way, lest her equally huge and imposing wing-bitch come to her defense. And so there we stood, hopeless to the wild gyrating, the obnoxious booty-popping and the thrusts of that humungous chest in our faces.
I stood affixed, and my mouth agape at how loud this woman was. She epitomized every negative stereotype EVER conceived of Plus sized women, and I was utterly distraught at how she managed to, in a matter of seconds, obliterate everything plus sized women of empowerment like you and me have ever worked for; our image, our decorum, our style; everything! Above all else, she proudly donned this FLOOR LENGTH FADED JEAN JACKET! I was mind boggled! How could she do this to us?
Unbelievably enough, this still was not the worst! In a swift motion, the lady in question proceeded to grab one of the males in our party from behind and grope his ass! O_O To the other guy we were with, she crept up behind him and assaulted his back with her Double G breasts, while screaming "I know you want a piece!" in his ear! The maniacal look in her eyes and the grin across her heavily creased face gave me reason to believe that shit had indeed gotten very real.
With all of our might, the 6 of us girls rescued our friends from her gyrating, crop-top clad breasts and made a speedy exit. Alas, she had the last say, as she did not allow us to depart before ambushing the smaller of the guys, and thrust him at least 4 feet forward with those colossal instruments of terror.
Ladies, this woman's conduct was an eye opener. As a child I was constantly told that I was loud. After Friday evening, not a peep shall be heard from me, henceforth. For reasons unknown, larger women tend to be loud. This makes no sense when you think about it, because unlike loud small people, we are easily seen and get attention! So then, what's the point? Perhaps it's time to reform our tones.
No matter what it takes, it is imperative that we perform better.
Best, EFB
P.S.- Crop tops are dangerous items of clothing, and must be carefully executed. If one has surpassed a cup size D, then one must forgo this trend, I beg of you. What this woman did is a disservice to mankind, and to the crop top alike, and I for one can and will not stand for this abuse.
After a long day of toil and sweat, my colleagues and I decided it would behoove us to go out to ease our minds of all the stresses that accompany being a Prospective Graduate. Applying to these jobs is truly no joke. Though far later than usual, we huddled together and ventured to our regular spot.
Packed almost to capacity, our lounge was filled with young professionals in suits, awkwardly attempting to look modelesque, yet unsuccessfully avoiding invading another person's personal space.
We weaseled our way through the crowded bar and finally found a spot for our party of 8 [6 bitches and two dudes deep]. We fist-pumped, head-bobbed, and threw up our gang signs with relative comfort, and were just starting to settle in when we saw disaster plummeting its way toward us.
A size 24 bitch with the biggest breasts I'd ever seen came a stumbling upon our cozy group, clad in a white, knit crop-top, bright red scarf and ....... a FLOOR LENGTH FADED JEAN JACKET! -__-
Ladies and gentlemen, words cannot describe my dismay, disappointment, and the VOID which swiftly penetrated my soul after seeing this disaster come across our presence. I am sincere when I say it deeply saddens me to inform you that the worst is yet to be told.
After stomping her way to the midst of our group, the large woman, in ALLLLLLL her pomp and circumstance remained planted in our personal, emotional AND mental space! I dared not throw any glances of suspicion her way, lest her equally huge and imposing wing-bitch come to her defense. And so there we stood, hopeless to the wild gyrating, the obnoxious booty-popping and the thrusts of that humungous chest in our faces.
I stood affixed, and my mouth agape at how loud this woman was. She epitomized every negative stereotype EVER conceived of Plus sized women, and I was utterly distraught at how she managed to, in a matter of seconds, obliterate everything plus sized women of empowerment like you and me have ever worked for; our image, our decorum, our style; everything! Above all else, she proudly donned this FLOOR LENGTH FADED JEAN JACKET! I was mind boggled! How could she do this to us?
Unbelievably enough, this still was not the worst! In a swift motion, the lady in question proceeded to grab one of the males in our party from behind and grope his ass! O_O To the other guy we were with, she crept up behind him and assaulted his back with her Double G breasts, while screaming "I know you want a piece!" in his ear! The maniacal look in her eyes and the grin across her heavily creased face gave me reason to believe that shit had indeed gotten very real.
With all of our might, the 6 of us girls rescued our friends from her gyrating, crop-top clad breasts and made a speedy exit. Alas, she had the last say, as she did not allow us to depart before ambushing the smaller of the guys, and thrust him at least 4 feet forward with those colossal instruments of terror.
Ladies, this woman's conduct was an eye opener. As a child I was constantly told that I was loud. After Friday evening, not a peep shall be heard from me, henceforth. For reasons unknown, larger women tend to be loud. This makes no sense when you think about it, because unlike loud small people, we are easily seen and get attention! So then, what's the point? Perhaps it's time to reform our tones.
No matter what it takes, it is imperative that we perform better.
Best, EFB
P.S.- Crop tops are dangerous items of clothing, and must be carefully executed. If one has surpassed a cup size D, then one must forgo this trend, I beg of you. What this woman did is a disservice to mankind, and to the crop top alike, and I for one can and will not stand for this abuse.
