Being A Meaty Chick
I have always been a meaty girl. I have a predominantly German ancestry, with the last four generations being of the strong/drunk farming sort. Which means we’re big and surly and MEAN if we don’t eat red meat every day. It also means we’re thick, muscular, and athletic. We know how to throw our weight around. Especially the women in my family. Let’s just say the reign of the matriarchy goes WAY back.
I say this because I am proud of being “meaty” for a girl. Note: meaty is not a euphemism for “fat.” I am not and never have been fat by anyone’s opinion (except that one bully in the 10th grade whom I slammed against a wall and cursed out, but he changed his mind after that incident, oddly enough). When I tell people my weight or pants size they are always surprised because I do not look it. I am lean, have no tummy rolls, no rolls or cellulite except where I am supposed to. But I definitely have an athletic build. You do not want to meet me in a dark alley, or else I will throw you up against a wall and have my dirty way with you.
