An Ode to Chubby Girls

My heart beats faster when I see a chubby girl walk by. It’s as though the stars have aligned and the Earth has stopped spinning. My eyes are transfixed on the curves of your body, whether they are accentuated by a red flowy dress, or a tank top revealing your beautiful cleavage. Your smile can illuminate a room, and my heart. Your laughter can soften my day, and make my soul flutter. <br><br>Your imperfections are what make you so perfect. Your extra weight is so endearing to me, and it accentuates the curves of your body. Your hips are the shape of a beautiful señorita’s. Your legs are soft, and so perfect for snuggling. Your arms, dear lord, your arms. They are tender, soft, and oh so cuddly. Your cleavage is to die for. It’s all so divine, and oh so unbelievably perfect. <br><br>But, my dear chubby girl, it’s not your body that makes you so beautiful. It’s your heart. It’s the way that you laugh. It’s the sparkle in your eyes. It’s the way that you make me feel. It’s the way that you are so kind, and so compassionate. Your strength is inspiring, and your resilience is something to be admired. Your heart, dear chubby girl, is so so beautiful. Your beauty is boundless, and your love is infinite. You are beautiful, you are so so beautiful, and I am so so grateful to be able to see you in your perfection.<br><br>So, my dear chubby girl, please never forget how beautiful you are. Please never forget how much you are admired and adored. And please, dear chubby girl, never forget that there is someone out there who loves you so so much, just for being you.