Damn! Look at that sexy sistah! She's even pretty down to her perfect sized thighs. And the look in her face is flippin fierce! Go head gurl! That fine young woman I often find myself drooling over is me. Those trips down memory lane could be so painful. Back to the days when I was 20 and a perfectly shaped 160 pounds; muscular thighs and nice arms. As I listen to Sade's "Is It A Crime," I find myself feeling the same way about my body before husky boyfriends. Is it a crime that I still want her and I want her to want me too. I mean even down to Sade's description of how deep her love was matches the love I have for my shape at the time of this pic. I think I was even proudly conceded. "Well why did you leave her then, if you loved her so damn much?"

I would have to say it was my love for food that broke us up. I cheated on her with bread, butter, donuts, fried animal flesh, and chocolate. Blowing up my conscious like a neglected baby mama in need of diaper money, I ignored her. Friends and family warned me that this beautiful union would end. They kept reminding me of how much I would miss her if she left. One could say I was a food hoe. Not that I gave up my body for food, well... Yes I did!! I fell victim to the goodies and the eating habits of the big men, the thick football players, the "stuff it for fuel" lovers. I woke up a month ago disgusted with myself. Disgusted with muffin tops and crying every morning because nothing fits. I woke up unhappy and alone, alone in the sense of not having love for myself.

This is my confession and commitment to her; the confident woman that made me feel oh so good about myself. Her and I would be one again damn it!!