My mother described my build as "big boned". As far as I can remember, I was "big boned" when my bathing suit didn't fit, when my leotard was too tight, when my jeans made the butt crinkle, or when my legs rubbed together. I thought that this was the way it was...I never thought it was the way that I was fed.
Being in the South, everything is southern fried and the tea is sweet. It isn't uncommon to have fried chicken and spaghetti at the reunion with the fixins' and a big jug of sweet tea. All the local diners had fried chicken, fried steak, or fried potatoes on the menu. The sweet tea came free with the meal.
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