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Malene is my favorite cousin.  She’s the one, of the 15 or 20 first cousins I have, to whom I am closest.  She knows me quite well and I know her.  We share a lifelong struggle with fat too, so there’s that bonding agent as well.  We talk maybe once or twice a week, and text each other and such.  She is cool people.  Very funny, and has the good sense to think I am HILARIOUS!  I like an audience!  Haha.

Anyhoo, we were talking a few weeks ago and discussing ideal body types for ourselves.  We’re both tall, like 5’8” and change, thick (she’s been thick, I’ve been either thick or fat) and cute (she’s cuter–exotic looking, I’m more standard “handsome” IMO).  She’s had a hard year though and is pushing into my territory of fat (I’m not telling tales, she knows this.), at the same time I’m moving out of that territory.  She keeps on saying, “I don’t want to be skinny, I want to keep my curves.”  Honestly that is never something I say because I’ll worry about skinny, when fat is no longer an issue.  I would like to keep my curves, but actually I’m going for muscular and hard, without being manly (and with some remaining tits and ass please)–fitness model shaped.  I’m on my way and while she’s working out, she’s struggling a bit more (it’s understandable…she has had a tough year…so…).

So we were, as I noted above, talking about the bodies we want and she said, “I want to be able to be picked up by my man.”  It’s funny because I had had the same thought, with a twist, I said, “I want to be able to jump into Chris’ arms without knocking him the hell over.”  HAHA!  We fell out laughing on that one.  The really funny thing about that conversation was, later that day my husband, Chris picked me up out of the blue.  I started laughing hysterically and he was like, “What?”  It was the giddiness of being picked up by a man (without the help of a crane) and the irony of the conversation I had just had with my lovely cousin.

Cheers!