On being a big beautiful woman.

 

As those of you with functional eyes may have now realised, I am indeed plus sized. I’m roughly a UK size 20 and I have no idea what I weigh. And, contrary to what the patriarchy tells me I should feel, I am by and large (pun intended) pretty happy with my body.

This wasn’t always the case. I used to be very unhappy with my body. I scrutinised the curve of my belly, the size of my breasts, the way my thighs jiggled. I barely ate and swam at least 30 lengths at least three times a week. I was a size ten. And I was miserable.

Various life events, not least taking various medications, meant my weight gradually rose over the years and here I am at 35 years old with a body I didn’t choose and I adore it. This body takes up space, demands attention. I cannot (and will not) shrink into the background. It is part of my dominance – I am a presence. I can also use my ample curves to smother, suffocate and jiggle in session to titillate and crush in equal measures. This body is strong and I wield it like a weapon.

My ample tummy may mean you do not see me squeezed into the corsets and waist-cinchers that other Dommes may favour, but whether you want to call me curvy, plus-sized, BBW or thick, my body is beautiful and I’ve never been happier with the way I look. When I was thin, I still had parts of my body I scrutinise and that hasn’t changed. But it will never change, because of the society I have grown up in. What I choose to change is my mindset.

I am beautiful, every curve is a blessing and you are welcome to come and worship. Can you handle me?