I am big…voracious, really.
With my too big heart, and too big thoughts and the wideness of my hips and the smartness of my lips.
I’ll never be the “I’ll just have a salad” gal unless of course I WANT that salad. I’m more of a “give me what I hunger for” woman and whether that hunger is that juicy burger, the crème brulee or the hunger for what I see in your eyes.
I want it all.
I want the juiciness of the watermelon running down my arm and the tingle of your finger running up my spine. I want to dance to the rhythm of the drums and close my eyes in the ecstasy of surrender and I want to feel the fullness of being alive.
I want to see the world with eyes of awe, and to be gazed upon with wonder. I never want to play small or fall back because my bigness is too much to hold. I want to swim naked in the moonlight, and in the daylight. I want to make love in the rain and to weep tears of gratitude, joy, and bliss and kiss the lips of the divine in my lover.
I want to feel the depth of my pain, and the weight of the sorrow of the world without shame or apology. I want to feel it all…to slide into the next life with the knowledge that I left no stone unturned, no road unexplored, no taste missed.
I am — and will always be — the woman who dreams big, loves deeply, laughs fully, and grieves fully and I will never be the one to downplay the magic of my bigness.