Imagine yourself who is always being called the 'big girl' in school and everybody tease you because of your weight. That's what happened to Jaelyn Rodriguez back in high school, but she refuses to take zero tolerance on anybody who would torment he...
I pick out my wardrobe of the day to workout from my closet and I will be cooking a winning meal to get my curves back tonight. With the help of my best friend, Kendra, she gives me advice on meals and workouts to gain weight two years ago.
I'm now wearing black sweatpants, a U-neck tank top, and a pair of Nike sneakers. In front of the mirror, I look like my high school self, except the excess amount of fat. I have been keeping my small waist, my wide hips, thick as hell killer thighs, and a large booty that can be nominated for the Booty of the Year award. Two years ago, I began gaining weight again, but this time I'm very cautious because I don't want to suffer another heart attack. Instead, I do need to eat and exercise the same amount and I even make my own plans for meals that I'm eligible to eat from breakfast to lunch to dinner to dessert. Also, I can even eat a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios without milk, so I can still care for my heart. Mmm! Honey Nut Cheerios sure sounds good right now-
Sniff...
Sniff...
As a matter of fact, I can smell cinnamon floating around my room even though I'm not baking something in my kitchen. As I'm admiring my body in front of the mirror, the signature shriek breaks out in my room.
"WHAT'S UP, COUSIN JAELYN??!!"
Oh, my goodness! If it isn't my Cousin Michelle, who is one of my Dad's brother's children out of eight children with my aunt. She just moved in because her house was burned down by her obsessed ex-boyfriend Rodney eight months ago. God knows where that asshole is at.
"Good morning, Cousin. Are you baking something cinnamon-y in the oven?" I query.
"They must be done!" Cousin Michelle sings and whispers at the same time as she runs out of my room. My Cousin Michelle is African American with Native American and Mexican descent, has jet black curly hair reaching to the back of her armpits. Her skin resembles the combination of cinnamon and baking soda just like in my DIY carpet freshener can, has the body of an hourglass while I'm pear-shaped, and eyes that are the shape of almonds. Cousin Michelle has seven other siblings;
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Bobby, Gordon, Dana, Mitch, Elijah, Rosario, and Lila Marie. Their foster sister, Dana is African American with Mexican, Native American, and French Canadian descent. When the Crack epidemic occurred, my Uncle and Aunt lost full custody of my cousins and they are awarded to be taken care of by my parents raising thirteen kids at the same time.
I walk out of my room to have three doughnut muffins with the drizzle of glaze and frosting- Oh, my goodness! Even though I'm gaining weight again, I can still eat desserts after my dinner and drink flavored water, but last year, I begin working out for two-three times a week and eat for seven days a week for twenty four hours.
Anyway, I take three doughnut muffins on my plate and begin stuffing my mouth with the muffins. Mmm! The sweet sugar cinnamon delight is really what I'm craving for breakfast- Cinnamon doughnut muffins.
"Girl, don't stuff my muffins like that Fat Bastard guy from Austin Powers!" Cousin Michelle exclaims with the tone that is similar to my mother's.
"What?! I'm hungry! I need food to survive the fittest and build curves!" I claim.
"I know! I get it! Let's go take a walk, Cousin Jaelyn!" Cousin Michelle blabbers. We bring our jackets and get out of my house and I lock my door with my key, burying it with my mat before I turn around to face the signature New York traffic on the road. Cousin Michelle and I look both ways of the road for approaching car and there are only cars that will pass by. One car stops and waves their hand, signaling us to go ahead to the sidewalk. I plug my headphones over my ear to listen to music on Pandora through my phone and begin playing "Work Work" by Mr. Alban before Cousin Michelle and I begin jogging around the corner with my knuckles sticking out each sides of my body , but stop due to my heavy breathing so I decide to drink my bottle of flavored water and snack on some Fiber One bars.
Cousin Michelle and I are now sitting on the bench at the Central Park and I watch some of the people holding hands, jogging while holding the handle bars of the strollers, and people are playing with their little kids with laughter and love. I may put God first along with my family, friends, and curves, but down under, I feel like I'm incomplete because I don't have a guy friend- well, my friend Jerry is my guy friend, but he's my friend. What I need is a man who will support me, understand me, listen to me, commit to me, respect me, and who will love me without using and abusing me for sexual favors from some gentlemen.
"So, Cousin Jaelyn..." Cousin Michelle sings.
"Yes, Cousin Michelle?" I sing back.
"Have you heard the term, 'Good walls make good neighbors?'" Cousin Michelle questions.
"Yeah, so?"
"Well, over eighteen hours ago, I was in next door and let me tell ya; We rolled the covers off the bed and I was bouncing up and down on him!" Cousin Michelle cheers.
"Eww! You were rolling in the hay with Luke?!" I exclaim the question. Luke is recently divorced from his wife of eight years, he has only two kids, he's my next door neighbor/friend, and... that's about it.
"Yep! We did the ridin' dirty... We did that ridin' dirty... We did that ridin' dirty... We did that ridin' dirty!" Cousin Michelle sings and snaps her fingers.
"Did you even know he's recently divorced, Michelle Ariana Rodriguez?" I query.
'Yes, I did, Cousin Jaelyn! He even told me that his recently ex wife can't get it up with him in bed."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You and Luke fucked on his bed?!" I exclaim, cupping my hands over my mouth and narrowing my eyes at her. "Michelle! Are you serious?!" I inquiry in disgust. "What if Lauren finds outs about you and Luke?"
"That thot doesn't give a damn about her marriage or their two children-" I cut off Cousin Michelle's speech when she mentions about Lauren and Luke's children.
"You guys had sex when their kids were at his residence?!"
"Hell, no, girl! His kids were at their mother's house in Yonkers." Cousin Michelle claims.
"Ohh! So, you enjoyed getting your doughnut licked by Luke just like Ariana Grande?" I doubt.
"Hell to the YEAH! Not only did he lick me; he sticks me good and... Hard!" Cousin Michelle grunts and rolls her hips like she's riding a mechanical bull. That's my cousin!
