A Chubby Girl's Daydream

I once daydreamed that I found a lamp and a genie popped out. Like an afterschool special, I saw the genie appear before me, a large black woman who shook her head at my wish to be skinny. She tried to tell me that I should be proud of myself no matter what my size. She told me that black girls like a little extra junk in the trunk. I pleaded with her that we white girls don't see it that way. After much arguing, the genie granted my first wish...to be a perfect size 6.

In the dream I went to bed at night a plump size 18, and woke up in the morning 100 pounds lighter. I lay in bed feeling my new form beneath the sheets that morning. I couldn't believe it was all real and was afraid to step in front of the mirror for fear I would wake up to discover it was all a cruel joke that my mind was playing. I set my dainty feet on the floor and looked down. My XXL t-shirt was falling off me. As my hands ran down my waist, I felt something hard. Seems that I did have hip bones! My fingers were smaller, my fingers could circle my forearm almost all the way to my elbow. My boobs were smaller. But giving those up was worth it.

I slowly moved to the mirror and examined my new shape. I was delighted with what stared back at me. I had a waist, I had curves, there were no rolls. I could see daylight between my thighs!!  I was transformed. Overnight. And it had been effortless. Just a wish from a genie.

In my dream, as in real life, I had nothing that fit. Absolutely nothing. I had to wear a towel in order to go find the lamp and get my second wish... a wardrobe of clothes that fit. As the Genie granted me this wish, clothes poured out of my ceiling, a mixture of colors and fabrics that made me scream with joy even as I ran for cover. I spent days trying on every fashionable outfit of the time. I looked fantastic. I felt fantastic.I wore belts, I tucked in shirts, I wore short short skirts AND high heels. I stopped and stared at my reflection everywhere I went. That fairy godmother's opinion was all wrong. She had no idea what she was missing. Being a skinny girl was awesome.

So awesome that I wanted to share the joy. I toiled over my third wish until I selflessly wished that nobody in the world was fat. Everyone should feel this good. Type II Diabetes would no longer exist! Heart rates cut to a fraction of their former levels. Sure, the fat people's clothing stores would go out of business. But adapt or die...it's a retail rule! I saved the world with one little wish!

Poof. Dream over. Reality set in. My belly still jiggled when I walked. My thighs still rubbed together.

This seems to be my lifetime battle. But that damn fair godmother is still wrong.