Say "hello" to your plump friend

I'm generally a happy, peppy person; people notice my happiness and often tell me. My outward happiness, for the most part, reflects inward happiness (although, I do suffer from depression which I realize is a contradiction) except when I look in the mirror. Which is why, I hardly look in the mirror! Avoidance, I've concluded, over the years, is the best policy when it comes to my plumptasticness.

Yesterday, I realized that I can't really be much of a lady when wearing a skirt due to the svelte nature of my thighs. In other words, I'm quite self-conscious when I wear a skirt because I don't want anyone to see my skivvies, even if they are totally cute! Yet, I frequently don skirts because they're comfy and plump people love comfy. When you're plump and dressed in jeans, sitting without your knees together is okay and you don't have to worry about the aforementioned issue.

That's me. Jenn, Snappy, Sweet Pea (as my husband occasionally calls me), Nifer and Jenny (addresses only my family are permitted to use), dork. I've just realized how little my head looks; I'm unsure if that's because of the of generously porportioned nature of the rest of my body is or the angle of the photo. Doesn't matter really...you get the gist of what I'm going for here why the politician style "thumbs up" signal.

 

 

Well, there you have it, folks. The plump girl at her plumpiest.

 

Coming soon, menu creation for next week!

 

Plump girl problem #5:

Realizing your shirts might fit better and be longer if

you didn't have such bodacious ta-tas!