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Real Size

I am not sleek cheekbones Or chirpy cheerleader chants I am not bleached blonde platinum Or bubblegum pink I am neither New York heels Nor barefoot California Don't classify my science a deceiver Don't judge my faith a non-believer Cry me no unreal tears for Twitter stick figures I prefer the flesh of a well-fed life I am not glossy lipstick and lingerie I am the unmade face, the mismatched pace The full grown, real sized woman he wants - every day. 8/30/19

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Juliet Ligon

Date: 10/13/2019 8:36:00 AM

That's great to true to yourself. Some men prefer a volumntuous woman over a stick figure.

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 9/21/2019 1:39:00 AM

You sound real and as one should be - no frills and fancies, just as you want to be and your man wants you to be - this was a truthful,awesome write which I loved and faved. Well penned Michelle. Hugs, Jenny.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 9/11/2019 3:00:00 PM

"Cry me no unreal tears for Twitter stick figures I prefer the flesh of a well-fed life" - you are SO RIGHT! With this missive which made me smile and feel good.

Funom Makama

Date: 9/9/2019 10:44:00 AM

Your lines expectedly weigh in tonnes and your consistency has made you a master of masters in this act. This is beyond compliments. Good work mate. An absolute beauty.

Chris Green

Date: 8/30/2019 4:32:00 PM

Then good for him and good for you. I say, just be who you are, real and if you are real, you are more than beautiful. This was sassy Michelle and I liked it.

Michelle Faulkner
Date: 8/30/2019 5:26:00 PM

Thanks for your encouragement, Chris!