has taken me over 40 years to accept certain things about myself and I still struggle with many of them. I'm not now, nor have I ever been "Barbie". They say that she has "everything". I'll tell you what, she may have a lot of stuff but that bitch will never have what I have. She'll never have my intelligence, my sense of humor, or my heart. I'm Real. I'm tall and I'm bigger than Barbie, except my boobs. Mine are real and they're over 40, so it is what it is. I strive to be proud of me and all the "extra", every imperfection. I have EARNED every wrinkle and roll. My far from perfect body tells MY story, which is not a fairytale. pictures that look like I have boobs are ~ 90% cute padded bra 10% boobs and/ or directionally assisted Please note that I'm a blunt and honest bitch. If you want sugar coated , hit the cereal aisle because I don't do that. I am sassy , fun, and one cool ass chick. I can be the sweetest bitchy asshole you'll ever meet AND the meanest one you never want to, which can make caring about me a little tricky sometimes. I promise that I am worth the effort. I try really hard to "Own my shit" and expect those around me to do the same. I've jumped on this roller coaster, said screw the seat belt and am going to enjoy the ride! So if you think you can handle taking this ride with me~ keep your arms and legs~ and any other dangly parts~ mostly in the car, and lets go!!