The people I actually look like!
My Grandma taught me two very important lessons.
Lesson 1: Food is love.
As many of you know by experience, I love through food. You know I love you if you've sat at my table for one of my amazing (if I do say so myself) dinner parties. And you know what? I know they're amazing because y'all bring tupperware. Y'all don't play lol.
Grandma taught me that. She made me breakfast every morning and it was always from scratch. Cheese eggs, grits, buttered toast. My love of butter? Born while churning it on the back stoop. Then there was cheese for a snack, lunch, dinner, and my very own pie. Yes child....I got my own pie and at the tender age of 8 my Grandma smacked my Dad's hand and told him he had to ask me if he could have a piece of my pie. A full kitchen table....a house filled to capacity with the smells of fresh lard and herbs....that's big love. That's the love she showed me. In turn, that's the love I show y'all.
She taught me that food is love. She showed me that food is love. She's the reason I became who I am in the kitchen. I wanted to love people, so I cook for y'all. You can thank Grandma.
Whatever he was saying...she wasn't buying it lol.
Lesson 2: Your Body is Fine
I told my Grandma how my mom's family was picking on me because of my weight and how they asked me how much I weighed. She said to "Next time they ask, tell them enough." And that's what I've lived by ever since. I weigh enough. You can stay mad! I take after my Dad's family and I'm very proud of it. She equipped me with the tool I needed to rebuff basically all the old people on the other side of my family.
By extension, she also taught me that what I find attractive is okay. Though I never explicitly told my Grandma that I'm gay (She knows now!), the fact that I always believed I was okay extended to the fact that the women I find attractive are as big or bigger than me.<--That's perfectly fine! I've always known what I found attractive is acceptable because I knew that I was. And to be honest, I'm pretty bold about it. I've told girls to their face that they're too small for me. (I'm cold sometimes lol)
I own my size and I own my sexual desire to be with someone I find attractive by my own standards.
These two critical pieces of who I am are distinctly from my paternal grandmother, the only one I've ever known.
Breakfast: Grandma style
There's a pound of butter in here. Butter is love!
Me and the Gs!
Beautiful just the way you are!
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