
I was a very, very fat baby with jowls big enough to knock people over. Consequently my brother thought I was still fat when I turned twenty. He'd call me the 'fat' sister. Sandra, the oldest was the 'thin' sister. When his future wife met me, she was astounded to see that I wasn’t fat at all. Years later she asked if it bothered me to be described that way. I told her, no! I knew I wasn’t heavy so why worry about it.

Still I did brag about finding a dress that was a size 2 that fit me. Who wouldn’t? It’s natural for a woman to want to be size 5, 7 or 9, although I pushed on years ago from those numbers. ‘What a man thinketh’ he is or the famous, ‘It’s not what’s on the outside that counts, but what’s on the inside’. I agree some of the plainest, heaviest and weirdest looking people are the ones people are drawn to, because they don’t worry about the superficial and are just genuinely terrific.

Are you a 5-7-9 or popular by personality, patience or productivity?
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