I am a 5'9" solidly built Hispanic woman, with serious hips, absurdly long legs, medium junk in my trunk, a high waist, and a B cup.
I can't wear innocent sundresses because it looks like I'm either A) worth $25 an hours or B) wearing a poncho.
My skirt size flows anywhere betwen a 10 and 14, my jean sizes between 14 and 18, and my shirts between 12 and 16.
My suit sizes are consistently 18 and my togas/Ren fair gear is always 12.
My hell is malls, my heaven is periodic stores. Unfortunately, the end apparance is "Sole Survivor of Copy Machiene Attack," "Wondergirl Minus Spandex" or "Xena: The Lost Episode."
Where curvy and wee intersect, there's a picture of msbelle. A small one, of course.
Conspiracy theory variant on the 419 scam. Given I can't believe that anyone falls for the more standard variations, this makes me guffaw. But I guess they don't invest much, so who cares?
Still, I hope the nurse has it written on her calendar in BIG RED LETTERS. Stupid ass.
I hope she has "stupid ass" written backwards on her forehead in red ink so she can see it in the mirror.
It's almost teevee time!
you are all in for serious hip checks and I will win that battle.
What battle is this now? You can't hit my hip with your hip, noodle.
you are all in for serious hip checks and I will win that battle.
My proportional are 48, 32, 46.
Can you beat that? 48 inches of hip? NO? I thought so.
I can if I punch you in the gut first and you bend your knees in pain.
sorry, should have been more clear:
ita, Jesse, sara - IN FOR IT!
but suspect that's not the way civilized folk handle situations like this
Though it is how a Buffista would handle it.
In the last two years or so I've gone from a 22 to an 18 and back to a 22 (in pants). My closet is a disaster area. I'm really to a point in my life where I hate clothes. (Except for the new Lane Bryant jeans I just got that are awesome.)
