Add LargeInCharge to your MySpace Friend List CLICK HERE


Congratulations to our April Raffle Winner: Leslie Brooks from The Plains, Ohio

Issue #39 - June 2007

Welcome to the Large In Charge Newsletter


In this Issue of L.I.C


Feature of the Month - Lisa Jackson Productions


Cover Model of the Month - Minnesota beauty Samantha Green


CONFESSION - Let it go and Confess!   Get it off your Chest!


Raqui's Spot - Raise them Fatty Arms part 2 ~ Raqui


Super Sized Sounds - Amir Sulaiman ~ Spanishfly Lynx


From the Plus Side - Vise Versa ~ Emily Smiltneck


Why, OH Why - Matters of the Heart ~ Diabolique


Papi's PeacePapipalooza


Good 4 U Food - Puff Pastry Salmon ~ Xander


Guest Spot - Submission by Leslie Brooks


Fashion Furious - Fashion Finds with Plus Size style.  Submit a Find!


Product of the Month -  Products for People of Size


Ask Raqui - Get some advice from one Big person to another.


FREE RAFFLE - Autographed books by Torrian Ferguson


Events & Pictures - Events, Parties, Press Releases, Pic's & More.


LargeInChargeDating - Dating for the Large People who are going to be in Charge of their Love Lives!


LargeInCharge Friends - The Place for Big People to make Friends and maybe MUCH MORE!

Feature of the Month

Lisa Jackson Productions


Lisa Jackson Productions


     Everything is big in Texas, Including this lady.  Going on 3 years with her own Production Company, Lisa Jackson has been making some Super big moves. 


     She searches all over the USA though she is based in Texas for Talent she that she believes in. 


     Catering many times to Plus Sized people she has work with some great talent and is helping them reach the stars. With her annual showcases many unsigned artists have received interest and get a chance to shine and practice there skills in front of the crowd.


     This is one lady who has a dream she is making a reality.  Lets all watch out for Lisa Jackson because she is truly backing our talented Plus Sized Diva's.



Interview with Lisa Jackson What is your name and where are you from originally?

My name is Lisa Jackson; I was born and raised in San Antonio Texas. I still reside there. San Antonio is a great place to live. Do you consider your self a Person of size or an admirer?

I am definitely a person of size. At least that’s what I’ve been told. To be honest, my size has never been an issue with me. I don’t look at myself in the mirror and see a person of size. I see Lisa Jackson. Tell us about your company

I own Lisa Jackson Productions. Lisa Jackson Productions specializes in all media related events. Currently, I manage four music artists. They vary in styles. One is a reggae artist, another is a female Hip-Hop artist another is a 2006 American Idol finalist who sings just about everything and another is a male R&B artist. Lisa Jackson Productions is also branching out into film and television. We are in production of a Hip-Hop documentary to be released to a theatre near you in 2008. Lisa Jackson Productions in also in collaboration with Benadena Entertainment to produce a reality tv pilot for MTV. Who is the owner/founder of your company?

Lisa Jackson Productions was founded in San Antonio TX , November 28, 2005 by Lisa Jackson How did your company get its name?

It just seemed logical to name it Lisa Jackson Productions. For some strange reason no one has ever just called me Lisa. They always call me by my full name. So I decided to brand it. How did your company begin?

I began my company after I edited a friend’s book, we’d started a small media company and our first project was his sisters’ biography. It was doing that time that I felt GOD was calling me to do something else, to step out on my own- it was then that I realized I was always helping others fulfill their dreams. Always number two when in fact I was and still am a leader in my own right. So I branched off from that company and formed my own. How long has your company been in business?

Lisa Jackson Productions has officially been in business for 2 ½ years. What type of services do you provide your entertainers?

My entertainers are my life! My main goal is to get unsigned artist signed to major music labels. I provide them with access to music insiders. I book shows and showcases for them. I also set up all the photo shoots, studio time and radio spins for them. I book television appearances and radio interviews as well. Tell us about the Plus Sized Entertainers you promote?

Down here in Texas we BIG GIRLS look out for each other, I personally manage and promote a female Hip-Hop artist by the name of BIG KIA. BIG KIA is a veteran of the southern Hip-Hop scene. She’s got 7 mixtapes under her plus size belt as well as two (2) full spectrum albums. She is currently working on a new music project entitled “REBIRTH” the tests single titled “Check a Hater” can be heard on my myspace page. She gets gansta wit it!!! Do you hold showcases of your Entertainers.

Lisa Jackson Productions does a yearly Hip & Hot Music showcase in San Antonio Texas. LJP gathers A&Rs from some of the hottest urban music labels in the U.S. to review 10- 12 unsigned artist from around the country. We do this during the JUNETEETH weekend (the weekend just before or doing June 19th) It’s a historic date for the descendents of African slaves in Texas. Sort of an unofficial African-American forth of July! This year’s showcase is scheduled for June 15, 2007. As always, a portion of the proceeds benefits a charity of LJPs choice. This year the East Side Boys and Girls Club of American in San Antonio is the beneficiary of choice. I would like to know the different genre of entertainers you handle.

Lisa Jackson Productions holds in its rosters a divers group of musical talent. LJP showcases Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop soul, Reggae, R&B and Pop artist. Who are the rising stars of you company?

All of the artist signed to Lisa Jackson Productions are rising stars! Two in particular stand out.

1. BIG KIA-female Hip-Hop artist 2. Elyssa Tomes 2006 American Idol finalist and vocalist extraordinaire. Those are my girls and I predict you’ll be seeing them everywhere in ’08!!!! How many People of Size do you have under your management as of now?

I have two (2) artist of size under my management as of now. If you include myself that makes 3!! I am a former model looking to make my return into the fashion industry. Would you say you specialize somewhat in helping people of size in the industry?

I help people with talent break into the industry. Size is irrelevant to me. I believe that people want to be entertained. Talent comes in all shapes, sizes colors and genders. What territory do you cover? Your state, other states?

I hate to use the word territory; it’s an aggressive and war-like terminology. I’d rather say I work mainly in the south, southeast and southwest states in the union. What type of opportunities have you been able to help your entertainers achieve?

I have taken my artist all around the world to do shows. Some of the people I’ve worked with had never been outside of the state of Texas. I feel good about that. Personally I believe my greatest achievement and the greatest opportunity I’ve given any artist or employee on my roster has been an education. Early on in my managing career I had a young man who’d dropped out of school and just couldn’t get his life together. He’d been to prison on a dope charge and found it hard to get employment. I knew he just needed a chance. So I gave him one. He signed on as a street team member on the condition that he gets his GED. After a year of hard work, he got his GED and now runs his own promotions company. I love him for that. I love him for loving himself. What type of publicity has your company received?

Lisa Jackson Productions has been blessed with a lot of positive media coverage. In fact, I want to thank Large In Charge magazine for being one of the positive media forces out here. You should be commended on your commitment to bringing informative reading to all of us Size Sexy individuals out here. Has your company ever been featured in print, news, tv?

Lisa Jackson Productions, through its roster of unbelievable talent has been featured on various radio stations and local television stations throughout the southwest. How could someone with talent approach your company?

It’s so easy for talent to access Lisa Jackson Productions. LJP can be reached through the  or or 210.387.6420. We are open to phone calls M-F 10am-6pm Central Standard Time. What is the key to helping Plus Sized Entertainers achieve there dreams?

Confidence. Human beings are attracted to confident, strong individuals. You gotta go for it. Whether you model, dance, sing, rap, write or manage, you’ve got to have the confidence to know you can do it. Once you do that, find yourself a good team to support and promote you. If your talent is big enough, you will succeed! I gotta say this in closing. Let’s support each other. If we don’t change our attitudes about plus size personalities no one else will. Let’s support each other financially and emotionally. We can talk all day about size acceptance but if you don’t accept yourself and you get angry when you see someone who does accept themselves and has the confidence to go out into this great big world and be someone. Your part of the problem, not the solution. –HOLLA-


Thank you for Reading The LargeInCharge Feature

Please send thoughts and comments to

Cover Model of the Month

Cover Model of the Month

Samantha Green





Interview with Samantha Green What is your name?

Samantha Jo Green Where are you from and what is your current Location?

I’m currently re-located to Wahpeton, North Dakota from Minneapolis, Minnesota to pursue a college education. Can you give us some information about yourself (Age, Height, Size, Nationality, Marital Status, Children, etc.)?

I’m 22 years old, 5’7, size 22, English and Norwegian, single, no kids. Were you a big child, or did you gain weight later in life?

I’ve always been a chunky child. I often got made fun of in school and called vicious names by other kids in my class. Since then I have learned to embrace and be proud of my beauty, my shape, and my size. (If you were a big child) how did you feel growing up as a large child?

Growing up as a heavier set child I often felt very excluded and self-conscious about my appearance. Also, I felt frightened to try out for sports or to raise my hand in class because I didn’t like to draw too much attention to myself. What made you decide to enter the LargeInCharge model search?

I have a very strong belief that all women are beautiful, no matter what their size. I am very proud of the women today who accept themselves and their bodies and want to make a statement to today’s society to show that being plus size can be attractive too. Did you find it a hard journey to be accepted for your size?

I found it very difficult growing up to be accepted by my peers. I often found myself making friends with other girls around my same size and also finding comfort with older, more mature friends who were less judgmental as my classmates. When I was in high school I battled with an eating disorder but through my experience with anorexia it taught me the importance of my inner beauty, not just my outer shell. Do you find acceptance among your family and friends?

Yes, my friends and family are very accepting of me and my size. They are very encouraging and motivate me to be the best person I can be, each and every day. They push me to succeed and to never give up on my dreams. What would you say inspires you most in life?

I have a large drive inside of myself to succeed. I haven’t had an easy life and I’ve learned the importance of working hard to obtain my goals. Also, I love to help others and live every day trying to leave my mark in order to make this world a better place to live in. What is your primary job?

Currently I am a Sophomore at the North Dakota State College of Science, NDSCS for short, taking up a Liberal Arts degree with an emphasis on Social Work. I’m also a Resident Assistant on campus in one of the all female dorms, Walton, and worked Campus Security during the summer of ’07. How did you get into this line of work?

I have a strong urge to help others and find myself drawn to the field of social work and the variety of positions available in this rapidly growing field. Do you find acceptance in the work force?

I believe once you accept yourself completely others are more willing to accept you. I don’t associate myself with others who are disrespectful because I have more self-respect than that. What changes do you believe should take place for Large People in the work force?

I think people need to understand that everyone is different and to learn to be less disrespectful and rude to others. You have no right to pre-judge others based on their looks when what really matters is their character. What do you think about the fashion industry for big sized clothing?

Recently, the clothing has become more updated to what more popular fashion is hip. Although, there is clothing still made for phat girls that do not flatter our bodies or our body shape. We still have a long way to go, but overall, it’s getting better. What do you wish to see change with the fashion industry?

Make pants that are wider around the waist but not too big in the thighs or the back. Often times I can’t find the appropriate fit because the pants are just too large in the areas I can’t fill. What changes do you think will happen if plus sized modeling for men and women were to expand?

I believe it would be an awesome movement that would make a strong impact on today’s society. Being plus sized is becoming more and more acceptable today but we need to do more about it! I just see it as a very positive thing for the future. Tell us some of the places you buy your clothing from.

I’ve been known to shop at Torrid, Deb Plus, Lane Bryant, Fashion Bug, and Target. Tell us one of your secret beauty tips.

No matter how old or how young you are, take care of your skin! I cleanse, exfoliate, deep condition, and moisturize to achieve flawless skin. As I age I would rather age with as few lines and wrinkles on my face as possible. Give us some tips on how to have a successful Photo shoot. What should models be prepared for?

Drink lots of water, use a face mask the previous night, get your nails done the day before, set out your outfits and know what accessories you plan to wear with them (try on the outfits with the accessories if you have time), practice facial expressions in the mirror, and eat a good breakfast the morning before to fuel your body with lots of energy! Tell us about your goals as far as modeling and other interests.

I’d like to model more often and with better photographers. At the moment, I’m currently in college and unable to devote a lot of my spare time to modeling and traveling, but try to as much as possible. After I graduate from college I’ve been entertaining the thought of moving to Los Angeles, California, in order to pursue modeling more seriously. Of course, a position in the line of social work where I can help others is another goal of mine for the future. Can you tell us about an inspirational moment in you life that made you feel good about your size.

I was in a modeling competition for plus sized women and traveled to Los Angeles in December of 2006 for a photo shoot with On The Plush Side. While in Los Angeles, I visited a nightclub for plus sized people called Club Bounce. While at Club Bounce the Dr. Phil Show was there and I was interviewed by one of their producers. The episode aired later in the Spring of ’07 and it was awesome to be a part of an episode talking about bigger people and size acceptance. Is there a person in your life that makes you keep going?

God, and without him I am nothing. He motivates me to keep living to my fullest potential and to strive to feel complete and content in who I am. What advice would you give to other people of size who want to model?

Go for it! Don’t ever let anyone say you can’t do what it is you want to do. People have the ability to do whatever they want to do as long as they set their mind to it. Describe yourself with one word.



Thank you for Finding out more about our Cover Model

Please send thoughts and comments to

Raqui's Spot

     Raqui the Owner and Founder of LargeInCharge Magazine.  This spot is dedicated to her thoughts, vents, and observations of Plus Sized Life.  Raqui's  "Tell it like it is" style of writing has brought hundreds to her blogs and thousands to  There is so much behind the woman who has brought this magazine into existence.  Being Internationally known as a wrestler lead the way to modeling for companies and being featured in magazines and documentaries from all over the world.  She has made a career out of her size and personality.


     For the past 4 years moving into Size Acceptance and Empowerment.  She is a woman who doesn't let things get to her.  Knock her down for the moment but she will rise up stronger and better.  Being a speaker on behalf of many subjects and counseling Plus Sized people online her grace and style has made people love her.   Raqui continues to set an example of a powerful woman who will bend the world to fit her, her way.


Raise them Fatty Arms part 2

     Last Month the response to this article was really wonderful.  Many women wrote to me saying they felt the same way.  Being discontent with there fat arms.  I also had women write to me to tell me they felt silly because they began to look around them when they walked outside.   So many women are now showing off there fatty arms.


Reader Quote: " When I started to really look around I saw women with bigger arms than mine,  What have I been hiding all these years?"


Reader Quote: "Seeing you make the decision to show off your arms made me feel inspired to do the same!"


Reader Quote: " Thank you so much Raqui, I think your arms look beautiful, I promise to by a sleeveless shirt and wear it this summer."


Reader Quote: "Year after year I buy all the cute shirts I want to wear but never have the guts to do it... This year I will wear them all!"


 I felt so proud walking into a BBW Event and hearing women say.  FATTY ARMS!  Waving there arms high at me, Them coming to me and telling me they are Raising there Fatty Arms was a real Joy.


This month I am including My Fatty Arm Fashion Suggestion:  I have this top in all the floral patterns and in black.  I am going to buy cute little sneakers to match each one.   These tops go up to size 5XL so if i can wear it just about anyone can.  You can find this top at Lane Bryant -


Look under Clothing > Knit Tops and Tees > Tunics






Raqui's Cool Links

Raqui's Blog-Spot Page 

Raqui's My Space Page

Raqui's Yahoo 360 Page

Raqui's BBWVibe Page


Thank you for Reading Raqui's Spot

Please send thoughts and comments to

Super Sized Sounds



     Super Sized Sounds will be a Music Column that will feature those who are in the industry or up and coming who are size positive. Giving recognition to the plus sized people who are out there and showcasing themselves.  Reviews, Interview, News and more from our new writer Super Sized Spanishfly Lynx.


      Lynx Garcia, also known as "SUPERSIZE SPANISHFLY", is a Latina BBW from Queens NYC.  Lynx is an activist speaking out against size discrimination and began performing back in 1996 at social events for big beautiful women and big handsome males and their admirers. Her special mixture of sound held true as she sang, spat, danced and performed spoken word, soon she was in demand by Big and Beautiful parties nationwide.  Lynx taking her "look" and sound mainstream was rejected because of her size. She did not let this break her spirit, hurt her confidence or minimize her drive. Instead she rose up and started a public access show (LYNX' LAIR) aired in Queens on TIME WARNER QPTV . Combination of comedy and sexy style, she showcased underground artists of all walks of life. The response to her show was less than a year she has showcased many artist, some who moved to bigger and better things.


     Currently Lynx has caught the attention of Joey Mekkah of BLACK SOLARIS ENTERTAINMENT and found herself on the Grandmaster MELLE MEL's SOLO ALBUM "MUSCLES" featured on the hot latin hip-hop track called 'DIMELO", she is the only collaboration on the album. Lynx recently has started her own radio show on EXTRAVAGANGSTARADIO.COM  called Ladies Night. EXTRAVAGANGSTARADIO is #1 on the itunes network.




 Thanks to an invitation from my boy DJ HARD HITTIN HARRY, on May 20th 2007 at the legendary Fillmore in Manhattan at approximately 9pm. I was fortunate to watch a show like no other. The Teacher himself KRSONE rocked the house. The love and support he received from the artists and fans in the hip-hop community was crazy. The stage was so packed there was hardly any room to move.


     The house was packed as well, full of real New Yorkers. New Yorkers tired of the bullshit in Hip-Hop…tired of the beef, tired of the negativity eagerly awaiting words of wisdom and unity from the one an only prolific master of rhyme KRSONE which, for those of you who don’t know, means Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Everyone.!! Ya heard!! They got just what they had anticipated and then some…


     DJ Premiere, DJ Red Alert, everyone’s favorite Uncle-RALPH MCDANIELS were in the house.  Joell Ortiz and members of The Block Royal Family on the stage representing Latinos in Hip-Hop to the fullest.Ya tu Sabe... Pura Vida!!


     KRS1 and Joell Ortiz rocked the mic together. Grandmaster Caz and Busy Bee blessed the mic with their undeniable flows.  The legendary Marley Marl was spinning the joints on the turntables. Fat Joe was the hype man!! Can you stand it?  Ice T even got on the mic and of course he had everyone’s favorite piece of eye candy, my girl, Coco in the house. Looking fly as hell, can you imagine Coco Supersize….DAYUM!!! I don’t think the world could take that one...LOL.


     The highlight of the night was when KRSONE and Fat Joe jumped of the stage into the crowd (you know Fat Joe made sure he took of the bling first) I was so excited I didn’t even trip when Fat Joe stepped on my purse (he is getting the bill for that one though) and I didn’t mind Kris’s sweat dripping on my forehead. (I almost peed on myself). You had to be there.


     Now hold up…although it was all good to watch all these awesome famous headliners…you all know that my heart lays with the contender, that artist on the rise, that artist not afraid of climbing the ranks to reign supreme in his division.  I am talking about a true heavyweight.


     My people, mi gente- allow me to introduce you to this month’s featured artist    




Album Title: Like A Thief In The Night


Genre: Hip-Hop/Spoken Word


     Picture this, a whole theatre filled with an audience that just mercilessly laughed at and booed an act off of the stage. The audience is screaming for the headliner KRSONE. As the next artist walks onto the stage, DJ Red Alert says “Let me play a little something to calm them down.” The artist is Amir Sulaiman and he grabs the microphone and turns to Red Alert and says firmly “ No, I got this”, and you just knew whatever it was he was about to do,  was going to be awesome. What presence…he stood there and silenced the crowd with the determined focused glare in his eyes. He inhaled their indifference and skepticism an exhaled truth, knowledge and spirituality. He captivated everyone in the house with his strong powerful voice, with his prose and raw gimmick, no entourage....just a man and a microphone. And although Amir stood underneath the lights of the stage, he radiated a light all his own. Is it any wonder that Amir made it onto HBO’s Def Poetry Jam, or that even Russell Simmons himself sat stunned  by Amir’s performance?


     Amir a native New Yorker began writing poetry at the age of eleven , one of his first poems is titled  “ A  Day in the Life of a Paradox ” can you imagine that, I don’t think I even knew a word like “paradox” existed when I was twelve. Amir went on to become a writer, an activist and an educator. He holds a Communication Workshop were he teaches his young students the elements of poetry, how to use the power of your voice and how to develop style.


     Some of Amir’s influences were artists such as Public Enemy, The Roots and KRSONE. But one of the most important and significant influence came from his Uncle Charlie, a big heavy man who in many ways says Amir” Taught me how to be a man”.  Uncle Charlie took Amir fishing and taught him about the wilderness and nature. Amir says” I love all human beings. I believe everyone has contributions. No one should be held back because of their size, race, color, creed or religious beliefs.”


     My people, mi gente- if you love The Roots, Mos Def,  if you want to be inspired , if you want to hear the truth, if you want wisdom, if you believe we as a people are in  “DANGER” if you believe “ WE ARE THE REVOLUTION” and that “CHANGE GONNA COME” if you want our children to “MAKE IT THROUGH”-you must keep “YOUR HEAD TO THE SKY” and connect with your fellow man, see him as your “BROTHER” recognize “HOW BEAUTIFUL” and precious this life is and let Amir Sulaiman’s voice and words, open and  posses your mind” LIKE A THEIF IN THE NIGHT”.


Featured guest artists.. Mos Def, Abi Odun of The last poets, Liza Garza, Goapele

CD is available in stores now.


The Cd is also available for purchase through


Also visit Amir’s my space page at

Want to send in your Voice in for review? Are you a singer, rapper, or poet who performs spoken word?  Up and Coming, already established?  Contact Lynx through her Myspace page or email and all information will be forwarded to her (PUT "FOR LYNX" IN THE SUBJECT AREA) 

You must be a Size Positive Artist, or a Plus Sized Supporter.

Thanks for reading

Super Sized Sounds with Lynx


Lynx Cool Links

From the Plus Side


Emily Smiltneck

     From the Plus side will be column dedicated to short stories that deal with all aspects of Plus size Life.  Emily Smiltneck was chosen for this position because of her dedication, and realistic writing style. She captures the emotional and mental rollercoaster those who are Plus Sized go through.


     Emily Susanne Smiltneck lives in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan (pretty much dead center in the middle of nowhere). She is a substitute teacher, and has recently started a tutoring business. Emily is currently working on several writing projects, including a historical fiction novel and several collections of poetry.


Vice Versa

            As soon as he walked into the room, Anna was taken with him.  She didn’t know exactly what it was about him that drew her, except that without even seeing him, one was somehow aware of his presence in a room.  He commandeered attention, acknowledgement.  He emanated some kind of power.

            He was the kind of person she was usually afraid of.  He was confident almost to the point of arrogance, sure of himself, and bold—everything Anna wanted to be and just somehow couldn’t.  And he was the kind of man who usually took no notice of women like Anna.  He was the type who instead noticed beautiful women who were just as confident and bold as he was.  Women who looked the way the way they were supposed to, women who were thin and well-dressed, made-up, tanned.

            Anna was not one of those women.  She was quiet and just a little shy, and although she could handle being the center of attention with grace, loved to be on stage, even, she was not a woman who was at ease with her peers.  And she was fat, always had been.  It mattered a lot more to her than it did to anyone else, but she was firmly convinced of the opposite.  At the same time that she was mad as hell at the world for not accepting her the way she was, she couldn’t bring herself to believe that maybe the world could accept her, that maybe the world already did.

            All of which led her to the conclusion that this man could not possibly want to have anything to do with her.

            But he did.

            That very first time that she noticed him, she was sitting on a couch in the darkened performance room of a coffeehouse.  There were musicians jamming all around her, effortlessly sliding from one melody into another with no overt communication.  It seemed a lot like magic to her, and even though she wasn’t a musical person, she enjoyed listening to them, and she found it fascinating.  She closed her eyes and took in the guitars, the flutes, the bongos, the voices, and she floated on the music.

            And then, she sat up straight, opened her eyes.  He was standing in the doorway when she did, listening and looking, and she knew that he was the reason she had woken from her trance.  The musicians, again without any noticeable communication, ended their song.  It seemed that they had felt his presence, too.

            He came in and settled himself on a chair near Anna.  Slowly, the musicians began playing again, but Anna was no longer lost in their melodies.  Instead, she was acutely aware of the man who was now sitting five, maybe six feet away from her.  The power he exuded wasn’t a negative power, she was sure, it wasn’t overpowering.  It was just an air of self-assuredness that surrounded him and spread throughout the room.  And because she could feel it, she was sure he wouldn’t talk to her, wouldn’t even look at her, would be oblivious to the shy, quiet woman hiding on a couch in the corner of a dark room.

            But she was wrong.

            “I’m Eric,” he said.  “You’re here a lot, aren’t you?”  And then she remembered him.  She had seen him a few times before, there in the coffeehouse, always surrounded by a group of energetic, boisterous, laughing people, and had been aware of his charisma then, too.  But not nearly this aware.  And because he had seemed to be everything she was not, she had chosen to forget about him.  She was sure it wouldn’t matter, that he would never have noticed her anyway.  But here he was.

            “Yeah, I’m here a lot.  It’s like a home away from home to me.  Well, really, home is my home away from home, because I’m here more than I’m there.  I’m Anna.”

            He smiled warmly and in no time at all they were engaged in an animated discussion.  It wasn’t until much later, when she was home in bed, that Anna realized what had happened.  A man who was intelligent and interesting and who had plenty of other friends and opportunities had actually started a conversation with her.  Of course, she had been the only person in the room not actively playing an instrument or singing, but he had really almost seemed like he enjoyed talking to her.  And she had definitely enjoyed talking to him.

            That was when she began to think of him as a man.  And wonder if he had thought of her as a woman.  She closed her eyes and pictured him.  She usually didn’t think of men as attractive or not attractive, had given up on that years before when she had come to the conclusion that none of them would ever find her attractive.  But now, she knew without a doubt that she did find him attractive.

            He was tall and broad-shouldered, a big guy.  He wasn’t fat in the way that she, herself, was fat, of course.  Very few people were.  But his ass was broad and round, substantial.  His arms were thick and strong with just a hint of softness to balance them out.  His stomach was full and rounded, straining a bit at his jeans and pulling his shirt taut against him.  His blue eyes sparkled.  Physically, he was everything she would have liked in man, had she ever let herself consider her tastes.

            And still, he had talked to her.  She couldn’t understand why.  Attractive, intelligent men usually left her alone.  Actually, unattractive, stupid men usually left her alone, too.  Always left her alone, as a matter of fact.  It occurred to Anna that if he had thought of her as a woman, if he had been interested in her, she would never have known it anyway.  She had no idea whatsoever how a woman would know a man had feelings for her, unless he specifically said so.  She was a complete stranger to the world of male-female relationships, at least ones of a romantic or sexual nature.

            Her sleepy, drifting thoughts were all for nothing, anyway, she was sure.  Why would someone like Eric be interested in her?  She had seen the women in the group he sometimes came into the coffeehouse with.  One of them was tall and willowy with long, straight, glossy blonde hair.  Another was shorter and more athletic looking, and always wore a big, goofy-looking grin on her face, but her long, dark curls made her look a bit mystical.  There was another girl, too, who was always impeccably dressed in a t-shirt tucked neatly into her jeans, and who always had her finger and toenails both neatly polished.  All of them were thin, much thinner than Anna, anyway, and they seemed infinitely more fun and engaging that Anna thought herself.

            With a sigh, Anna decided she wasn’t going to come to any conclusions or find any answers then, no matter how hard she thought about it, so she turned over and closed her eyes.  It was a long time before she slept.


            In spite of herself, Anna spent a lot of time getting ready to go the coffeehouse the next night.  She had grown out of all her jeans a few years before, hadn’t been able to find any others that she could squeeze her body into, so she wore plain black pants.  They were the closest thing to hip and cool clothes that she owned.  She wore black shoes with them because she had once read that a single line of color made one appear longer and thinner.

            She topped her plain, black bottom half with a tight, brightly colored tank top.  It bared her flabby arms, which she worried about a bit, but it also held her breasts high and displayed them well.  She hoped that was enough to keep attention away from her arms, and the tiny sliver of jiggly belly flesh that peeked out from under her shirt when she moved the wrong way.

            As she parked her car, Anna felt her pulse quicken.  She told herself that she was being stupid, that she was just setting herself up for disappointment, but she couldn’t quell the feeling of excitement that was bubbling within her.  She took a quick look around to see if Eric’s car was there before she remembered that she didn’t even know what kind of car he drove.  She didn’t know much about him at all, really, except that she had felt unusually comfortable with him and had enjoyed their conversation more than she had enjoyed anything in a very long time.

            She didn’t even know if he would be there.  She had just had such a good time with him the night before that she had spent the entire day looking forward to seeing him again, and she had assumed without really thinking about it that he had felt the same way.  If she had thought about, she would have assumed the exact opposite.

            She went inside and ordered a drink.  She didn’t see Eric anywhere, so she settled into a corner with her coffee and a book.  She arranged herself in what she hoped was the most flattering position she could achieve, angled toward a table that was high enough to hide her massive stomach but low enough not to look as though she were hiding.

            She opened her book and started reading.  For once in her life, she couldn’t keep her mind on the storyline.  Usually the presence of an open book in front of Anna left her oblivious to the rest of the world, but not today.  She was aware of every person who walked past her, every person in the room.  And when Eric came through the front door, she was aware of him, too.  She couldn’t see the door or hear his voice, but she immediately set her book aside and went to the counter.  She forced herself to act surprised to see him.

            “Hey, Eric, fancy meetin’ you here.”

            “Hey, what’s up?”

            “Not much.  I was just hanging around, waiting for something to happen.”  They laughed and, once Eric had his drink in hand, he followed Anna back to the table she had claimed.  Once again, they talked for hours, about music and their pasts and school and their lives, about everything.  It surprised them both when the barista called out that it was closing time, but they continued talking as they walked, together, out of the building and to their cars.  They stood outside talking for another hour or more, and it was almost one a.m. before Anna was on her way home. 

The more they talked, the more she liked him, and she respected him, too.  He was involved in just about everything and was busy arranging events all the time.  They had the same philosophies about so many things, from God to troubled youth to nature to fun.  She felt like they were meant to be friends, at least, and more and more, she was hoping their relationship would develop into more than that, although she hardly dared hope that it might.


            Over the weeks, Anna and Eric became closer and closer.  He introduced her to his friends, and she introduced him to hers.  Just about every day, they were together at some point, sometimes with his friends, sometimes with hers, but mostly alone.  They went to the beach, Wal-Mart, the coffeehouse, anywhere they could find to hang out, and always they talked.  They never stopped talking, and never grew tired of listening to one another.  They felt as if they had known each other for years.

            “I’m thinking about opening a store,” Eric told Anna one day.

            “Cool.  What kind?  Where?”

            He told her that he had been collecting unique knick-knacks and gifts from all over the place for a while, with the intention of opening a gift shop someday, but he hadn’t found a place yet.

            “Why don’t you ask if you can rent out the little room in the back of the coffeehouse here?” she suggested.  “I don’t think they’d charge much, and I’m sure they wouldn’t mind a little extra income.”

            And so that was how Eric came to rent out the back of the coffeehouse, and how they came to find out just exactly why they felt as if they knew each other so well.  Anna saw a woman who had been a friend of her mother’s in the coffeehouse one day and talked to her briefly.  Later that day, Eric’s mother told Eric that she had run into the daughter of an old friend.  And within a few days, all three came to realize that they were referring to each other.  Anna vaguely remembered playing with a baby when she was four or five, and Eric didn’t remember at all, but friends they had been. 

            Anna felt more and more comfortable with Eric, and less and less insecure.  It was much less often, now, that she wondered why he had ever bothered to befriend her.  It was clear to both of them that they were alike in more ways than they were different, even though Anna still noticed the differences.  He never had a moment of self doubt and she, never a moment of self assurance.  He knew exactly what he wanted and never hesitated to go after it.  She consistently denied her dreams and desires.

            Anna had just stopped thinking about Eric as a man, just stopped hoping for more than friendship, just stopped allowing herself to be disappointed when nothing happened, when Eric asked her to accompany him on a weekend trip.  He wanted to buy some more merchandise for the store, and he wanted her help.  He thought he needed a woman’s opinion. 

            Anna panicked.  She didn’t travel with anyone but her family.  She had never had a lot of friends, or anyone to go anywhere with, and she wasn’t sure how to deal with it.  And then there was the prospect of spending the night with him.  It was all a little much for her to handle.  She wondered if he had anything more planned, if maybe he wanted to take the next step in their relationship.  Her resolve to expect nothing from him evaporated.  She was just as afraid as she was excited, and wanted more from him just as much as she hoped she wouldn’t get it.  More than anything, she was confused.  But, it was time for her to join the real world, to stop being afraid.

            “Yeah, sounds like fun.  Let’s do it.”

            And a week later, they found themselves getting into Eric’s car.  Anna was nervous around him all of a sudden.  She sat in his car trying to think of something to say, something to let him know that things were normal and she expected nothing and she wasn’t nervous and she didn’t think that anything would change between them at all.  Because she was trying to put forth so many falsehoods, she couldn’t think of a word to say.  And this in itself worried her, because she figured he would pick up on the difference in her immediately.

            But he didn’t.  She wondered if he were feeling some of the same things, because he didn’t talk much either, at first.  The thought made her giddy.  And finally, after a half and hour of silence had put them both on edge just a little, they started talking.  Soon, they were talking and laughing easily again.

            They checked into the hotel when they got there, then left for dinner and to shop.  Anna was both relieved and disappointed to see that the room they were staying in had two beds.  Not that she thought anything was going to happen anyway, but the prospect of sharing a bed with Eric, even innocently, was an interesting one.  When they were finished shopping, they decided to return to the hotel and go swimming.

            “Okay, how are we doing this?” Anna asked, laughing.  “You want to change first, or should I?”  Eric laughed, too.

            “You don’t think we could handle seeing each other naked?”

            Anna wanted to scream out Yes!  Yes, we could!!! However, she was fairly sure that although she could handle seeing Eric naked, he would never speak to her again should he happen to see her.  Besides that, she was not nearly bold enough to find out, anyway.

            “No one wants to see this naked,” she responded instead.  Eric laughed again.

            “Yeah, whatever.  You take the bathroom, and I’ll just change out here.”

            Anna went in the bathroom and slipped out of her clothes.  It was a weird feeling, knowing that she was naked in the bathroom and he was naked just on the other side of the door.  It made her consider possibilities that made her nervous, possibilities that she was sure were impossibilities, but they were there, nonetheless.  And it made her blush when she was dressed in her swimsuit and about to step out of the bathroom, too. 

            “Um—you decent out there?” she asked.  When he replied that he was, she took a deep breath and opened the door.  It somehow felt very awkward to her to see him again, knowing they had both been naked only seconds before.  She couldn’t imagine how people dealt with actually having sex.  It was so far from her realm of existence that she had never really thought about it.  And she just knew that even seeing Eric, bare-chested in his swimming trunks, would send blood rushing to her face and turn her cheeks pink again. 

            She had worried for nothing, she realized when she looked at him, because he was wearing a t-shirt over his trunks.

            “I always wear a shirt.  No one wants to see a fat, hairy guy’s chest,” he laughed.

“Yeah, whatever.”  This time, they both laughed. 

They left the room and made their way to the pool, but Anna was feeling a little stunned.  In just a few words, Eric had managed to alter her idea of who he was, just a little.  Strong, confident, arrogant Eric was worried about what people would think if they saw his chest?  The same man who didn’t worry about what anyone thought of his business ethic, his strong opinions, his anything, was worried about what people would think about his chest?  It blew her away.  It also made her feel a little less insecure herself.

            It gave her just a little bit of hope.  And now she wondered if his seeming lack of interest in her, when they got along so well, was something else entirely, if it was possible that he was just as insecure as she was, just better at hiding it.

            Thinking back, she realized that there were other times in which he had made remarks to the same effect.  He dressed only in expensive, name-brand clothing, and carefully fixed his hair every day; he made more efforts to look good than Anna did, but he seemed to be completely unaware that any woman could find him attractive.  And Anna knew, from her own feelings, that there was a distinct possibility that any woman who saw him would find him attractive.

            All night, as they swam in the pool and sat in the hot tub, Anna pondered the situation.  She became more and more sure that he was just as insecure as she was, just in different ways.  And slowly, an idea formed in her head.  It seemed like they really were perfect for each other.  She would call him on his insecurities, and see what happened.  Since he had never tried to advance their relationship, she would.  If he rejected her, she could just tell herself that it was his insecurities talking, and not his true feelings.  She could make up her own version of reality and they could still be friends.

            Never in a million years would she have considered showing any interest in anyone but him, she would never have taken such a risk, but her new knowledge gave her power.  For the first time in her life, she didn’t feel as if she were the only ugly, insecure person in the world.  She realized, finally, that every person in the world is unsure of something, and that appearances have nothing to do with it.  For once in her life, Anna was going to take a risk, trust somebody.

            She was careful with her timing.  When they went back to their room and dried off, changed out of their wet clothes, she said nothing.  She was nervous.  She knew she had to approach the situation in the just right way.  She waited for him to make another self-disparaging remark.  Her chance finally came when they got into their beds.  He slipped under his blankets and then struggled to remove his jeans.

            “You could have done that before you got in bed, you know.  I just saw you in your swim trunks, I think I could handle boxers, too.” 

            “Yeah, I supposed,” Eric said, laughing.  “No one wants to see this fat ass, though.”  He had said similar things a million times, but Anna had never thought it meant anything before.  In fact, she had really just thought he was mirroring her own remarks, making fun of her in a way.

            “I do.”  She didn’t expect him to take her seriously, not right away.  They flirted like crazy with each other, all the time, both secure in the knowledge that they would never have to act on their words.  And he didn’t know yet that, with any luck, things were about to change.

            “Well, yeah, obviously.  I am hot.  Everyone wants me.”

            “You are.  You’re a good-looking guy.  You know it.”  This time, Eric laughed a little.  Even though the lights were out, Anna could hear him blushing just a little, could hear some hesitation in his breath.  She could almost hear him wondering if she was serious or just messing around the way they usually did.


            “No, really.  You always cut yourself down.  You shouldn’t do that.  You’re much better off than you think you are.”

            “Oh, yeah, women are just swarming around me.  Anyway, you do the same thing.”

            “Well, yeah, but everyone knows I’m ugly.  I’m just honest about the way people see me.”

            “The way you think people see you, anyway.  You do the same damn thing you think I’m doing.”

            “Well, anyway, I just wanted to tell you.  Whatever you might think, I think you’re pretty hot.  Whenever I tear myself apart or get all down ‘cause no one wants anything to do with me, you always remind me that there are lots of guys out there who like fat chicks.  So now, I am reminding you of the same thing. There are lots of women out there who like big guys, too.  Probably more women than men, actually.  We tend to be a lot less judgmental.”

            “There’s a lot more guys with big women than there are women with big guys out there.  Trust me.  Women don’t like fat guys.”

            “Okay, this conversation is pointless.  Who cares what other women think about other guys.  I’m just telling you that I, personally, find you attractive, just the way you are.  It’s stupid to keep worrying about what other people think.”

            They both lapsed into silence.  She waited for Eric to respond, but he didn’t.  She could hear him breathing, slowly and deeply, and wondered if he was asleep.  She decided that since she had started, she may as well take things the rest of the way.  She shook off her nerves and the nausea that was overcoming her and got out of bed.  Slowly, so slowly, she approached his bed and sat gently on the edge.

            “Um, hi,” he greeted her, laughing nervously.  “What’s up?”

            “Okay, you know me.  I would never try anything like this with anyone else.  I’m scared of everything, and I can’t even remember the last time I did anything remotely close to this.  I don’t think I ever have, really.  But I think I need to, for you to believe me, and I hope that somehow, some part of you feels the same way I do, whether you know you do or not.  You know me better than just about anyone, so you know that this is a huge risk for me, and you know I don’t take risks, ever.  Please, at least be nice. ”

            Anna leaned down and placed her lips on his.  Shaking, she kissed him long and hard.  It seemed like she waited forever for him to respond.  He didn’t push her away, but he didn’t kiss her back, either.  Just as she was about to admit defeat and return to her own bed, she felt him shift.  He placed one hand on her rib cage and the other on the side of her head, and pulled her to him.  He kissed her back.

            Her first instinct was to pull back immediately, so he couldn’t feel how fat she was, how disgusting her flesh felt.  She managed to resist, though, because the urge to scream, jump up and down, run around the room in excitement, was so strong.  Her heart was beating so hard and fast that the room was spinning.  She felt an extreme need to breathe, but no desire at all to pull away from him.  Finally, though, Eric pulled away and drew a breath.  Anna was afraid that it was over, that he had tried it and decided it wasn’t what he wanted, but then he slid over in the bed and pulled her down next to him.

            “Why did you decide to do it?” he asked.  “How come you stopped being scared?”

            “Trust me, I didn’t.  But it was time.  I decided to trust you, that if you didn’t respond, I would just pretend it never happened and hope that you would too.  I thought it was rather stupid, if we both felt the same way, for us not to get together just because we thought that no one could possibly like us.”


            “I don’t get it.  I always just assumed that you had no interest in me at all.  You always seem so sure of yourself.  The only negative things I have ever heard you say about yourself were about your weight, even though it never seemed to bother you overly much.  If you think that being fat automatically makes you ugly, then why the hell did you just kiss me back?  Because by your reasoning, I must be way worse off than you are.  I mean, I am like twice as fat as you.  You shouldn’t like me at all.”

            “This is kind of weird, you know, talking about it like this.”

            “I know it is, but if things are going to work out between us, I think we need to.  We gotta get all this stuff out in the open, or it will just keep eating away at us.  Are things going to work out with us?  I mean, do you even want them to, or did you just not know what else to do?  Be honest with me.”

            “No, I do.  I really do.  You’re fine the way you are, but not me.  I told you, it’s different.  There’s all this stuff out there about BBWs and all that, it’s almost cool for chicks to be fat.  But guys get the short end of the deal.”

            “No, they don’t.  Every guy in the world would rather be with someone who looks like a Barbie doll.  Women are much better at liking guys for things other than how they look, and not thinking that they look bad in the first place.”

            “Yeah, whatever.  Not the truth, but if that’s what you wanna think, go for it.”

            “Okay, I will.”

            They lay there, side by side in Eric’s bed, silent.  Anna worried that their little argument had ruined things for them.  It wasn’t fair.  There were all kinds of beautiful women in the world who could treat guys like crap and get away with it, just because they looked right, and yet she made one little mistake and totally screwed things up.  She sighed and started getting up.

            “Where are you going?” Eric asked.

            “I just figured I’d go back to bed.  I—I just thought it was best.”

            “Did I say something wrong?”

            “No.  I mean, well, no, I just thought that I did.”

            “Not at all.  Stay here.”

            Anna settled back against Eric without saying a word.  Slowly, as they listened to each other breathing, they both fell asleep.  Anna dreamed of bright, candy-colored scenes in which she and Eric danced in the sunshine and lay in the grass next to sparkling streams.  And when she awoke, instead of being alone in bed with tears in her eyes, she was in Eric’s arms.  The dream had just begun.

Thanks for reading

From the Plus Side with Emily Smiltneck


Emily's Cool Links

Why, OH Why


Diabolique Belle

     Why, OH Why will be column dedicated to all the experiences Plus Sized people go through that make you want to say WHY OH WHY does this have to be.  Part vent, part inspiration this column will surely be one that readers will related to. Diabolique Belle was chosen for this position because of her flare for telling it like it is and turning it around for the better. 


     Diabolique Belle originates from Brooklyn, NY. She is a computer specialist who passionately loves making toiletries and designing gift baskets. She is capricious and dynamically outgoing and loves to say what she means and she means what she says. Diabolique is currently working on several entrepreneurial endeavors, including taking her toiletry hobby to a professional level and transitioning her writing hobby into an erotic mystery novel series.


Matters of the heart….


What are some of the real issues that we as plus sized individuals deal with?  Once you push past all the fanfare and biases…what really troubles the hearts and minds of those who are large and in charge?


Birds do it. Bees do it.  Even those who don’t believe do it… Let’s do it.  Let’s fall in love.  Ah, to fall in love; to find someone whose heart aligns with yours and whose presence you do not want to exist with out.  Someone to travel along the journey called life and share in all of its rich experiences. 


Finding love is a difficult process. Each person may choose a different path to get to love.  Interactions with people often leave marks, bruises and sometimes scar from love gone astray.  Not every princess finds her prince.  Everyday Prince Charmin’s are sometimes outwitted or too late to sweep Sleeping Beauty off of her feet.  Not every Cinderella is rescued by a knight in shinning armor.  Not every story ends happily ever after. The male to female ratio is horrible.  The statistics of successful monogamous relationships are depressing to say the least.  Infidelity, dishonesty, and heart break are at an all time high and climbing higher by the moment.  Sometimes it seems safer to try your hand at Russian roulette than attempt to jump into the dating arena. 


Individual intentions are so difficult to decipher.  The time of compassion and empathy are long gone. It seems as though everyone is out for themselves.  Lots of people are out to settle a score; wanting to hurt someone, anyone because they have been mishandled in love.  One of the hardest pains to deal with is being scorned in love.  Nothing is more frustrating than putting an exuberant amount of time and energy into someone that you want only to have it blow up in your face.  After the initial shock and devastation has died down, you spend every waking moment agonizing over what you could and should have done differently.  You criticize your self for wasting time and not seeing the warning signs earlier.  You internalize every word that was spoken.  You lament of every argument.  You are tormented over every issues left unresolved; wondering if those little problems were the snowflakes that culminated the avalanche that is now your aching heart and nonexistent relationship. 


The temptation to internalize what went wrong is massive.  The habit of returning to familiar habits and crutches are dangerous to say the least.  Comfort zones while temporarily reassuring, ultimately can prove quite crippling, especially for us big kids.  I don’t feel any of us are overweight because we just don’t like food.  Food tends to be very accepting, always available, never judgmental, and more importantly always available.  Food tastes great and for consecutive moments, allows us to forget out woes and focus on something a lot less painful. 


The after math, however, is devastating. Why oh why, did I eat that half gallon of ice cream.  Did I just eat an entire carton of pork lo mein?  Where did an entire bag of Doritos go? This negativity continues on and we find ourselves wallowing in a pool of self pity and refocusing on the very issues we were trying to avoid.  Understand that it is a ugly cycle and Just Say NO!


A moment on the lips… Forever on the hips!


Thanks for reading

Why, OH Why with Diabolique Belle


Diabolique Cool Links 

Papi's Peace

     Papi's Peace A column dedicated to the Large man and his mind.  Papi a Chicago native takes the concerns of the Big man and brings it to light, realizing that sometimes his thoughts and feelings are not always so secure.  A how to column that deals with the issues that many men deal with in today's society.  He also hits the many aspects of living life large and putting your best foot forward as a big person.  Papi was chosen because of his dedication to motivate and weekly inspirational emails he sends to many people across the net has helped and captured many.  Papi has a flair for making difficult situations a bit more easier to deal with.  Part motivation, part realism, lots of observation and a big helping of tell it like it is.  Papi has used humor with to deliver every month.



Happy Papipalooza family! Since this is a VERY special month, this will be a very special edition of Papi’s Peace.


Papipalooza begins the Thursday before Memorial Day and ends around June 5th or 6th. It is a celebration that has its climax on June 3rd, or the day that Papi was birthed onto this Earth. The thought behind Papipalooza is to eat, drink, and be merry . . . in abundance. Which is why Papi is always on vacation during Papipalooza, and this year is no exception.


Because of that I wanted to do something a lil’ different for my Peace. I wanted 2 get more personal. More into who is Papi. So I am sharing a “rant” and a poem that will give some insight into Papi the person.


I wrote this after a group discussion about pet peeves.


I have dated women from high yellow to midnite blue and various ethnic groups, four feet to six five, ninety-eight pounds to bigger than me. So physically, basically you are what you are. I mean if you’re ugly, you are just ugly. That isn't necessarily a turn off bcuz you can be ugly and still sexy and engaging or sweet and you can still get some play. No, what can be a deal breaker are the mental and personal aspects.


So, what does Papi dislike?

1) The ASSuming woman. I HATE when a woman assumes. OMG, I have RANTED like crazy about that in the past. It is one of the most nerve racking activities on earth. The worst part of an assumption is most times people use that assumption to base thoughts, beliefs, and actions. So what happens if what you ASSumed is wrong? Now you go around and do something STUPID bcuz of what they THOUGHT! And in actuality, they thought like Lit. (you know how Lit thought?) I have many people in my past that were ASSumers . . . in fact they are the main inspiration for my past rants on ASSumptive behavior.


2) The "I'm so funny" woman. Have you ever met someone that THINKS they are funnier than they actually are? OK, that is not bad ALONE, but when they say stuff like, "Ohh boy, I am crazy." Or "And you KNOW how silly I am, so I said blah blah blah" or "I know I don't got no sense" it drives me insane. I look at em with a straight face ANYTIME they tell a joke. Even if it IS funny, I cannot give them that satisfaction bcuz then they gonna tell me: "Oh don't laugh at me, I know I am stupid." Yes. Yes you are STUPID! But I am not laughing.


3) The "dramatic" woman. First of all, she talks a lot. Prolly talks too much. WAY too much. But again, that alone CAN be manageable. But when she ALWAYS has a story and then she PHYSICALLY acts things out? Facial expressions, hand motions, gestures, gyrations, movements. Woman, I am NOT Simon. This is NOT an audition. Sit your ADD self down and tell your lil boring story. Just bcuz you bouncing around the room does NOT make it more exciting. you just getting on my nerves.


4) Mrs. Me Too. Have you heard the Clipse song, Mr. Me Too? "I know what you thinkin, "why I call you me too?" Cause everything I say I got you sayin, "me too." I say I got a benz so you said "me too". You hangin out the window so they can see you. I know, I know, yep yeah, you too. Okay we get it, yep yeah you too. I know, I know, yep yeah, you too. Okay everybody meet mister me too." Well, she ALWAYS has a story to top you. If you are sick with diarrhea, she tells you about the time she had blood in her stool. If you just got a promotion, she tells you about how excited she was when she got her promotion . . . FIVE years ago. If you catch a flat tire, she tells you about the time she had a blow out on the Dan Ryan and this trucker pulled over to change it 4 her. She can also be called The Dream Crusher. She can also be a pathological liar, but that could be just an ASSumption!


5) The Nature Chick. She may wear a head wrap. She may have dreads or locks. She may have a short fro or natural. She may ONLY wear oils. She may burn incense incessantly! She might not eat pork, or beef, or anything that moves. She may ONLY listen to neo-soul music. She may have thousands of books (most unread). She may speak in an irritating tone the way some spoken word poets do, you know, kinda sing songy, up and down like. She may use a LOT of quotes. She may dress very "comfortably". She may not own a skirt that doesn't touch her ankles. She may not own a pair of heels. She may not own a top that reveals ANY skin above the waist. She may bombard you with her opinions, ideas, and beliefs. Including her holistic diet and connection with the earth. She may be an insightful breath of fresh air in your life. She may be one of the most irritating people you know.


But then I thought, there are things about dudes that I can’t stand either.


Haters. (Hater - A person that simply cannot be happy for another person's success. So rather than be happy they make a point of exposing a flaw in that person. Hating, the result of being a hater, is not exactly jealousy. The hater doesn’t really want to be the person he or she hates, rather the hater wants to knock someone else down a notch.) Why are you mad because he does and you don't? Because he will and you won't. Because he can and you can't. Stop hating and step your game up.


Flossers. (Floss – to show off, usually in an exaggerated and/or boastful fashion) OK. We KNOW you got it. How many times are you going to tell us or show us? We are not jealous or hating on you, we are just tired of your materialistic ass.


Caking. (When a guy is “all over” a woman, wasting his time, money, and efforts on a girl that is not really into him but only into what he has to offer to her. Being OVERLY affectionate, OVERLY nice, and OVERLY accommodating in an effort to impress.) You make it HARD out here. You elevate women to the point of ridiculousness. It is one thing to spoil a woman and treat her right. It is another thing to always GIVE IN to a woman and let her run you. Have a backbone. Stop simping (v. to simp. Tricking, groveling, or basically just letting a female walk all over you for no apparent reason other than your own spineless-ness.)


And this poem is one of my favorites that I wrote after a discussion about where are all the good men?


Real Man

I done opened some eyes just from a title.

Some think a good man is extinct. But I'm vital.

An integral part of my community.

Please hear me. Don't fear me. Ready 2 celebrate love yearly.

Down 4 the cause, do not walk on paws or yell bow wow yippie yo.

Don't view every woman as a ho.


Not out 2 hurt, just a harmless flirt, but still get called "Playa" so.

I try 2 show respect. Love a bushel and a peck. U can bet your pretty neck.

Although I'm packin heat. Not a nine, not a tec. My lovin can't B beat. But I don't just wanna wreck.

Not thugged or in jail. Stuck on the pale. Feminine, fruity, gay, or frail.

Not intimidated by the strength of my queen. Never hated my brother or schemed for the creme.

My word is my bond.

Not out on bond, or bail.

I don't tip, but wreck the scale

Is big still in? No small in me.

So tall in me.

It's all in me,



No fake ID

No K-I-D

No H-I-V

Kind, considerate, caring, good looks.

Intelligent, romantic, washes clothes, a good cook.

Yes, I watch sports all day. And might play.

But walk in front the TV in some lingerie?

Forget that stereotype and cliche.

U gonna get fucked in an athletic way.

At night I pray, and before I eat.

I rub your back and massage your feet.

I open that door and walk by the street.

Don't need a special day 2 act real sweet.

With me U gonna feel safe and secure.

No bullshit or cow manure, I speak pure.

Sometimes I speak loud, when arguments come. She say I snap off, or speak 2 her dumb.

I live with much passion, like fire inside. I face my emotions, I don't run and hide.

So even when passion incites me to yell. My respect for women rings true like a bell.

So as I explain so U understand. I may raise my voice, but never my hand.

Unless it's to run it all through your hair. Don't flinch an inch, no intent 2 scare.

Even when we fuss and fight, U know the bond is tight.

You're gonna love how I hold U right. Hold U tight. No more cold through the night.

Do U right.

I may surprise tonight.

As unpredictable as an Oscar nod. I'm not a sly fox, but a lightning rod.

Hit me with the worst U got. I'm so strong I won't burst or stop, I simply strive on.

I drive on. Not worried about rims. Fresh in what I wear from Nike to Timbs to Giorgio Brutini and Stacy Adams.

Got love 4 all Misses and respect 4 all Madams.

But I am not perfect, not GREAT with the phone. Sometimes very busy when you're all alone.

But I'm not neglecting, ignoring, or whoring.

I'm not unsatisfied. I don't find U boring.

I stay on the grind. Wish I could rewind, back 2 college days when some were so kind.

They granted much credit, which was by design. So now I'm in debt like out of my mind.

Youthful mistakes that follow me now, can't hollow me now. Won't sorrow me now.

Tomorrow me vow to make better than today.

So I hustle and flow to show me the way.

2 improve my stock, increase my worth.

The world will B mine, I've earned it from birth.

I do go 2 church, but still should go more.

For giving to Him makes ones blessings pour.

And as I receive, I strive hard 2 give. I always believe, with faith do I live.

In summation or quick review. It's not what I say, it's more what I do.

In my community, getting hands dirty. In small cafes, spittin words flirty.

In board rooms I'm proper, in streets got much cred.

I'm a model 4 kids, and wicked inna bed.

I'm rankin like Shabba. More than you'd amount.

Who thought the REAL man was down 4 the count?


So now you know Papi a little bit better.

Maybe next year you can celebrate Papipalooza with me!

Hope your have a great month.

I love you!



Thank you for Reading Papi's Peace

Please send thoughts and comments to

Good 4 U Food

Recipes for Good... Healthy Food

By: Xander - The Food Dude


A Story to Nourish your Soul

This a story I recount hearing from my childhood.  It seems to mean more to me now.  The lesson is clear with whatever we wish to become.

I will never forget what my old headmaster told taught me. Normally when you are only 15 years of age you do not remember most of the things that are preached by your teachers. But, this particular story is one such lesson that I will never forget. Every time I drift off course, I get reminded of this story.

It was a normal Monday morning at an assembly, and he was addressing the students on important things in life and about committing ourselves to what is important to us. This is how the story went:

An old man lived in a certain part of London, and he would wake up every morning and go to the subway. He would get the train right to Central London, and then sit at the street corner and beg. He would do this every single day of his life. He sat at the same street corner and begged for almost 20 years.

His house was filthy, and a stench came out of the house and it smelled horribly. The neighbors could not stand the smell anymore, so they summoned the police officers to clear the place. The officers knocked down the door and cleaned the house. There were small bags of money all over the house that he had collected over the years.

The police counted the money, and they soon realized that the old man was a millionaire. They waited outside his house in anticipation to share the good news with him. When he arrived home that evening, he was met by one the officers who told him that there was no need for him to beg any more as he was a rich man now, a millionaire.

He said nothing at all; he went into his house and locked the door. The next morning he woke up as usual, went to the subway, got into the train, and sat at the street corner and continued to beg.

Obviously, this old man had no great plans, dreams or anything significant for his life. We learn nothing from this story other than staying focused on the things we enjoy doing, commitment.

We should remain true to our course; which may mean committing yourselves to things that people around you would normally disapprove. Let nothing distract us from being happy, let nothing else determine our fate, but ourselves.

What makes us happy is what matters in the end,
not what we acquire.

Xander - The Food Dude

Xander's Recipe of the Month

Puff Pastry Salmon



This blend of salmon, pesto, spinach, and puff pastry will rock your taste buds. It tastes great and only takes a few minutes to put it all together.




2 (12 ounce) skinless, boneless

salmon fillets

seasoned salt to taste

1/2 teaspoon garlic powder

1 teaspoon onion powder

1 (17.25 ounce) package frozen puff pastry, thawed

1/3 cup pesto

1 (6 ounce) package spinach leaves


1.  Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C).

2.  Season the salmon fillets with salt, garlic powder, and onion powder. Divide 1/2 of the spinach between two sheets of puff pastry, and mound in the center. Place a salmon fillet on top of each mound of spinach. Spread the pesto on the salmon fillets, and top with remaining spinach. Moisten the edges of the puff pastry with water, fold to the center, and seal the seams.

 Bake in preheated oven for 20 to 25 minutes until the pastry is puffed and golden, and the salmon is cooked all the way through.

Original recipe yield:  2 pastries


Calories: 684

Total Fat: 43.7g

Cholesterol: 55mg

Sodium: 529mg

Total Carbs: 38.8g

Dietary Fiber: 2.4g

Protein: 33.5g


Thank you for Reading Good Food 4U

By Xander the Food Dude

Please send thoughts and comments to



Time to tell it like it is!


     This is an experiment in Confession, you can anonymously confess, or let everyone know something that you feel.  Every Month we will post all the confessions and you can come and view them and be inspired to make your own.


     You can send in a picture,  You can make a graphic,  You can just send in your written words.  You can do it anonymously and get something off your chest.  You can let everyone know who you are and liberate yourself.


     Hope you enjoy Confession!  Send in your own check the bottom of this page!




  I have been best friends with a woman who I Love very much, In some ways like the sister my own age I never had. But she doesn't act like a best friend anymore.  Sometimes I just want to let it all go and not be her friend anymore.  But when I see her I cant.  She is my best friend even if It is only one sided.






I'm a swinger and a sometime-exhibitionist. I've had times that I've done things and thought back like, "Wow.. now THAT'S what's hot" but in the past year, I did something I didn't expect to do: fall in love with a married man.

It started as most do: a meeting here, a glance there.. but then we started talking..

and getting to know one another.. the worse part was that we hung in the same circles.

The first time I looked in his eyes and we kissed, I knew it wasn't just an "online booty call" like it started out. This went on for months, lying and sneaking but to me, it was all worth it in the end. When I found out I was pregnant, I didn't tell anyone; I just 'disposed of the situation' and prayed it wouldn't come back to haunt me. His wife never found out about our indiscretions, although I've seen her once or twice.


They're working on their marriage now and it kills me but I love him enough to let him go.





I am a married man who is married to a beautiful slim attractive woman.

We have 4 kids and a great family life.  I don't love her.

When I dream, I dream about my high school girlfriend.

A very chubby sweet funny girl who made me laugh and smile.

I loved her then and love her still.

I wish I married her.  I always will wish I did.






I've been a loser when it comes to the game of love, always the cheated on, never the cheater. In one particular relationship, things looked as though they were going down the same road to ruin as the others. He would lie, possibly cheat, make up excuses for never being there, etc.


Any responsible person would have just ended the relationship before it got anymore unbearable, but I was head over heels in love and willing to give chance after chance. I don't quite remember at what point I had decided that I'd endured enough emotional abuse from this man, but I came to the conclusion that some therapeutically revenge of my own was justified.


I, unconsciously at first, started endearing myself with his brother. As time progressed, the brother and I became close, to the point that my boyfriend began to take note. Needless to say, as I became aware of how my friendship with his brother hurt him, I began to make conscious efforts to piss him off about it. The two of them are extremely close, but he would often accuse me of taking this relationship with his brother too far.


It was full blown psychological warfare and though I lost my fair share of the battles (left broken hearted on many occasions by this same man), I feel better knowing that I messed with his head. He'll never forget it either, since his brother and I are still close friends.






Last year I was in this relationship where my partner was guilty of cheating. Because I was intercepting the voicemails from all his lovers. After a month of hearing lies and playing Keyshia Coles I Shoulda Cheated over and over I decided to cheat. It was the best thing I could of done in my life.




Send in your own Confession,  Use the email to the Right and send in a your confession, weather it is a graphic you made (NO BIGGER THAN 5x7 92 DPI) or a picture you saw.  You can also just send in text words.  Your Confession can be Anonymous or you can tell everyone who you are.

Send in your Confession NOW!

Thanks for reading Confession

Send in your Confession to


Large In Charge Guest Spot

We want to hear and see your talents!


One of our favorite parts of the newsletter.  The Guest Spot is for our readers to submit there talents to be viewed.  We want to see all you wonderful supporters making moves of your own.  If you write poetry, short stories, commentaries, or just thoughts in general, please submit them to us.  If your a designer we want to see pictures of your clothing.   We would love to include your talents in our newsletter.  We hope you take an active part in the L.I.C. newsletter. Send in your article, poetry, comments to -

NOTE: The Opinion of the writer is not always the opinion of The Large in Charge Staff.  We support the Right to all views.  We do not Condemn or Approve writing based on our personal thoughts.  We approve writing based on if the subject is a concern for the BBW / SSBBW / BHM Community.  Thank you for your writing and please send in those articles!  - The Large in Charge Staff

Submission bye Leslie Brooks

 I was not always a plus-sized person. Until I hit puberty at the tender age of 12 I was very thin. Despite my thinness I thought I would be happy. It didn’t occur to me being thin didn’t qualify for happiness but I digress. I never really had high self esteem but as I entered school it didn‘t get better.

     My elementary school years were hell simply for two reasons: I was poor and later fat. These two qualities were not endearing to the male population. Why we were thinking about this at our age was completely beyond me. Anyway, I did not have the physical beauty as some of the other girls in my class or my best friend. I was constantly compared to my best friend who had blond hair and blue eyes (where I had curly black hair and brown eyes). I even had someone tell me I was ugly compared to her and I should try to be more like her: my best friend and I were uncomfortable because we were 10 years old and did not know how to respond to this.

     To make matters worse my mother had to rely on my grandparents for help and in reality were no help at all, she was a single mother. My father left when I was 3 years old. My grandparents disliked me from the get-go because my mother had the nerve to have a baby with an African (and she’s American and white) and decided to keep the baby anyway. Not only was I an embarrassment because I am darker then my cousins which proved my mother’s indiscretion but I’m fat too.

     My grandmother would come in every week to “help” my mother with cash assistance. Every week it was a new “problem.” It was “Leslie is too fat,” and “Leslie doesn’t do enough around the house.” Why she kept coming in was beyond me and trying to throw her out was even harder.

     The worst was when she took me clothes shopping. Mom couldn’t afford new clothes so we had to suck it up and ask the grandparents. Grandma would always give me a size lower that way I would be embarrassed and try to lose weight to fit into those clothes. Mom realized what she was doing would take clothes back to get the right size and grandma was furious. I should just lose weight. She, however, didn’t realize shaming me didn’t help, instead of being shamed into losing weight I wanted to go home and eat a pint of Ben and Jerry‘s.

     You have to realize shopping with this woman was like an out of body experience. She enjoys looking at every piece of clothing in the store at least twice. In addition, she loves flowers. Flowers everywhere! I hate flowers on my clothes. See grandma felt if she paid for the clothes she had every right to pick out what we all wore. Imagine a girl whose fat, dark wearing a neon pink jogging outfit to school. If the kids weren’t making fun of me before they sure were at that point. I looked like a brown piece of poop in a pink jogging outfit.

     For years this continued and when I finally hit college my self-esteem was hitting the negative numbers, but college was different. It was great! I started speaking up in classes and finding like minded people. The turning point for clothes shopping with Grandma was when I started paying for my own. I received some money from school and we went to Fashion Bug. I gained more weight and was up to a 22/24. Going to our local department store wasn’t cutting it anymore because they only went up to a size 20. She tried to take my money from me so she could “hold on to it so I won’t spend it all,” it didn’t work. This fat girl can in fact move fast. We went to Goody’s because Fashion Bug did not have what I wanted and I wasn’t going to look at every piece of clothing in the store “just to make sure.” At Goody’s I went to the plus-size section and it was all Christmassy stuff which was fine if I wanted Christmassy stuff and I didn’t. Therefore, I started to leave. The fight was on. We had an argument of how I didn’t even try and what was the point of shopping for clothes if I wasn’t even going to try. I turned towards her and said, “Grandma I don’t like those clothes,” and started to leave. She yelled, “You didn’t even look!” I turned, looked at the clothing and replied, “There I looked and I still don’t like it.” It was a red sweater with a Snowman in a wintry scene. The sweater was perfect for her. During this whole fiasco my mother tried to tell me I was beautiful, she tried so hard but I wouldn’t listen. How could I be beautiful if my grandmother didn’t think so and my father left. I still didn’t have the self-esteem.

     I showed bursts of assertiveness but it was never real. I could not grasp that I was a beautiful woman. I couldn’t believe anything my mother said because she was my mother. She, naturally, thought I was the most beautiful person in the world.

     As my college years began to wind down I ran into an old friend whom I worked with my sophomore and junior years (he went away for awhile and came back). I really thought he was cool guy but was always saying the weirdest things to me. By now I was at my biggest, a size 26/28. When we were working together he would always point out girls to me. It didn’t occur to me until later they were skinny girls. I, unfortunately, for all my education was slow to the uptake (and me who could understand Latin for the most part couldn’t catch on to what he was doing, go figure).

     I thought his comments were odd but I was so happy a guy was paying attention to me I didn’t care. I would just roll my eyes and go back to work. He went away as I had said and I saw him about two years later at a local store. We exchanged numbers leaving happy that I saw my friend again. I called him several days later and decided to go to a movie because he just broke up with his girlfriend (I should have been studying for my Latin quiz).

     He picked me up, and I should have realized how bad the evening was going when we stopped at a local gas station. He complained that I smelled bad, how I don’t know but I did. How you may ask did I smell bad? I put too much on baby powder after my shower. No seriously. It just got worse from there. We get to the movie theater a bit early, where he picked out the movie (and it stunk by the way). We sat down talking. He looked at me with a thoughtful expression and then came the bomb, “Leslie can I ask you a question?”

     “Sure,” I replied thinking it was going to be about what it was like being bi-racial in a small town. This is what people usually ask me.

     “Why are you so obese?” he asked.

     I sat there stunned because I was not obese by any means and even if I were what’s it to him? It’s not like he’s my boyfriend, or a family member.

“Excuse me.”

     “Why are you so fat?” He asked as if it was ok to ask such a question in the middle of a movie theater crowded with people. I looked around hoping someone wasn’t staring at us.

     “Excuse me?” I kept asking hoping I wasn’t hearing the question correctly. I then get a lecture on being fat and how it’s bad. Then he says to me, “I didn’t want to ask you at the store because there were so many people there.”

     I looked at him astonished and then looked around thinking: the movie theater was the better option? Then he just went on about how he used to be fat but not as fat as me and how he could lend me a book on dieting.

     Thank goodness the movie started at this point. At least at I thought.

     Then he managed to top everything else off by saying the actress in the movie, who had absolutely no fat on her body, was beautiful and if I were that thin he would date me. I just looked at him and thought; in that case I’ll never get that thin.

     Now I realize I should have gotten up and walked out to call my friend to come and get me. I was so angry and hurt I didn’t know what to do but sit there. We watched the rest of the movie, and I endured the ride home. I related to my mother what happened and after a good cry I got mad. I realized I wasn’t the one with the problem it was him, and my grandmother. I realized I was a beautiful person. I couldn’t believe I allowed these people to treat me like this. It took clothes shopping as an adult with my grandmother and sitting in a movie with an insensitive boar to realize I am a wonderful, beautiful, sexy plus-sized woman.


We love our guest writers, they help us to make LargeInCharge more personal and reader friendly place.  We bring the people words from there own peers.  If you always wanted to write but never knew what to do with your thoughts and opinions.  Send them in to us we love to feature you in our guest spot.


What type of entries do we accept?

  • Original Articles that have not been placed in publication.

  • Size Empowerment Stories

  • Discovery of Size Acceptance

  • Romance of Large Size

  • Poetry - at least 25 lines in length

  • Complaints about Society

  • Complaints about what is provided for Big People

  • Complaints about Health Care

  • Weight Loss Surgery Experiences

  • Dealing with Doctors

  • The Joy of being Big

  • Learning to Love yourself

  • etc.

How to Submit my Article for review?

  • Check your article for spelling and correct format, We do not edit articles.
  • Attach your article either in Word, Text Format, or in the Body of your email.
  • In your email send your Real Name, E-mail and Address (state, location).
  • Under your Name and Address include date, and the line. "I give and there owners, permission to use my written article. I am submitting it for there use at their discretion."
  • Include a picture if you so wish in .jpg or .gif format and a brief description of yourself.

Send in your stories, poems, etc. to



Ask Raqui

Ask your Questions and We will answer!

Send your question to Raqui -

NOTE: The Opinion of Raqui  is just that. I do not claim to be professional or to solve your problems.  I can however give you a real answer that may help you out.

Ask Raqui

Q: Being a SSBBW I feel trapped at home.  I have difficulty getting out and I want to do something with my time.  Any suggestions?

Suzy at Home

Raqui:  It can be very difficult when we feel trapped and believe we cant do anything with ourselves because we are not mobile. 

     But the key to finding something to do is to look inside yourself.  Find what you really like and what your interested in.  What makes you really happy?  Reading or writing, arts and crafts, puzzles, magic tricks, playing games,  Even online games can be fun.  Painting, drawing, learning something you didn't think you could learn.  

     There are many online resources also for you to share your interests with other who like the same things.  I think you should start by searching out what you really enjoy and finding others to share that interest with.

Q:   I would love to know who designs the LargeInCharge website.


Raqui: I designed the LargeInCharge website and maintain it myself.  I have also working with another graphic designer on the most recent design.

Q:   How can I be a LargeInCharge Cover Model?

Aspiring Model

Raqui:  Annually we have a Cover Model Search. Usually during the December to February months.  If you keep up with the Magazine you will know what is required during the next search. :)

Q:   I just wanted to thank you for making a great website.  I would like to submit some of my work for review.



Raqui:  First you have to know what category your work would fall into.  Right now we are taking submissions for the Guest Spot and looking for Talent for our Music section.  Each page has details on how to submit your working or information.



Thank you for Reading Ask Raqui

Please send thoughts, comments and questions to

Large In Charge

Fashion Furious

BBW/BHM Fashion of the Month

     We all hate how the Fashion Industry is just scratching the surface when it comes to Large Sized Fashion.  But I have found out that many clothing stores and online companies are beginning to take up the slack.  Creative BBW, SSBBW and BHM's are making there own clothing or mix matching and finding basic everyday wear and night club wear. 

     Making it affordable is what can be hard so showcase your wonderful finds here.  If your a regular shopper, sew your own clothing or a designer showcase your clothing here by submitting a picture for Fashion Furious of the month.


Fashion Furious of the Month

How to send in your Fashion Find. Send a Clear Picture as an attachment

and use the Format Below to describe your Fashion Furious picture.

Email to Raqui:

Fashion Find by: Shony  

Fashion Type: Casual Cute

Fashion Breakdown: Mulitiple

Lane Bryant Cacique Top (S-XXL)

            Walmart Jacket ( 14-24)

            Lane Bryant Jeans (12-28)


Description: Brown aviator shades with gold trim, gold accessories, brown blazer, salmon babydoll top, brown tone jeans, brown old navy flip flops


Colors: Earth Tones




Send in your Fashion Furious Picture and Details to

Large In Charge

Product of the Month!

What is good for Big Sized Bodies


    A very important and necessary part of LargeInCharge.  Find out what is helpful for big bodies.  Keep your self straight with some of our tips and tricks. Find out what other Big Sized people use to keep themselves smelling, feeling, looking, and living a proper life.  What kind of products are allowed. Anything that deal with the body. From cleaning aids to soap, lotions, powder, healing aids etc.  anything that can help a big body!

NOTE: The Opinion of those who submit items are not professional.  They are everyday people who found something that worked for them.  We are not held responsible for there opinion - The Large in Charge Staff

Send your favorite Item to be Product of the Month - Follow format below, include a picture of product (most can be found online) and Send to

Product of the Month


About the Product

Recommender: Raqui

Name of Product: Dr Scholl's Massaging Gel Insoles

Type of Product: Foot Care - Insoles

Cost of Product: $10.00 - $12.00

Where Product can be found:
Rite Aid, Walgreens, K-mart etc. 

Engineered for Maximum Shock Absorption
Only Dr. Scholl's® Massaging Gel Insoles have the proprietary Massaging Wave System™.  This technologically advanced design allows grooves in the gel to act like tiny springs, absorbing the stress of impact on the high pressure points in the heel and the ball of foot.  The gel first collapses to absorb shock, then springs back, providing energy return with each step.  Indeed, Dr. Scholl's Massaging Gel Insoles have up to 75% more cushioning energy than regular gel insoles.

Why I like this Product:
People of size need to care for there feet.  I love this Insole because it covers the whole foot area.  It is super soft and helps to keep you comfortable.  It is always a good idea to bring the insole with you when you try on a new pair of shoes.  These are easy to cut to fit your shoe.  I think investing in a few pairs is a good idea.



Send in your Product recommendation to

      Return to Back Issues of L.I.C.    Return to the Front