In the fall of 2019 i had this weird experience. Since then that experience has never left every other thought I have.The event left me a little wrong in my head. 7 months ago i even started online therapy to get some help sorting out my shit. It is a video chatting/tele-therapy. I see my therapist through Skype. We talk as much as I need. It works really well. My therapist suggested that i should write in the form of stories in details all the incidents on an online forum. She says that i should share my experience. She says that I should write out everything that happened in the form of stories. She says that writing is therapeutic. So I will give it a try.
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I am 45 year old heterosexual married woman. My husband and I have been married for 16 years and have a 14 year old son ! I am 5 ft 11 tall and that, coupled with being well built and well endowed(i have very large breasts) i can even carry a few extra pounds without looking tubby.


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I've always had big boobs. I easily had the largest chest in my high school. I am big woman. I am 5 ft 11 and being well endowed well built and curvy always on high heels makes me HUGE! But I love my height and my curvy stature. About three years ago I was at Costco with my son and this little boy pointed at me and said something like: "Gush mom, look at her, she is giant!!!" I don’t intend to dress in any particular ‘way’ for anyone. I just wear what I like. I wear clothes that fit me properly.


Being tall and curvy draws attention on its own. This can be both positive and negative. I tower over plenty of men and women. I was sexualised from a very early age, and shamed for the way my body looks – something I have no control over. I can’t help how wide my hips grow or how big my breasts get.

My mother used to shame me for the way my body looked. If I wanted to wear a skirt or dress, she always discouraged it, she always thought my skirt was ‘too short’ or ‘too tight’, or there was something wrong with my dress-sense.


My husband is extremely jealous of any kind of attention I get. Please note I am not trying to sound conceited at all, but my looks and body shape get me quite a lot of attention from men. It's been that way since I started developing as a young teenager. I don't give in to these remarks or anything, but it still bothers him to no end. He'll get really clingy and start grabbing all up on me I guess to make it known we're together, which that can get frustrating sometimes.


It'll bug him to death if I go out without him dressed up,texting and calling me about what I'm doing and who I'm with. This is very tiring. I don't like being told what to do or wear as I'm not a child. I'm not allowed to have any guy friends. My husband even doesn't allow me to talk to other guys. The irony is that all this time my husband is been afraid of men – when really, it was a short, skinny older women he should have feared. My husband doesn't want me around other guys, so i only attend these all female events.

Late November 2019. I was driving home from this women entrepreneurs conference . I was wearing my long black fur coat, a red long sleeve satin blouse buttoned up to the top tucked into black satin pants, and 5 inch heels red shoes. I had full make up on.
I took a detour to avoid some traffic on the highway. I ended up along some old gravel road. I didn't have any idea where I was, but decided to keep driving anyway as it was getting dark out. I pulled out my cell phone hoping it would have enough signal for the GPS to work, but it didn't, so I put it back in my purse. Giving a frustrated sigh, I focused on the road ahead.

Ding, ding! A sound rang out from somewhere behind the dashboard of my car, and I felt the feeling of dread wash over me. A red warning flashed telling me I was low on gas, and right next to it was a needle barely hovering over the E on my gas gauge. Great, I must have forgotten to fill the tank up before I left. I'm sure any of you reading this who have gotten lost at night while driving and have witnessed this happen understand how I was feeling. I kept on driving, hoping to find a place to get gas. Sitting here writing this, I wish I had just stopped and tried to call for help on my cell phone.

Seemingly out of nowhere, I saw a flashing neon sign. Ruth's Diner, it read. Before I knew it, I saw the building the sign was for. It was dark out, but the inside was brightly lit. I thought it was one of those diners open all day and night. The next thing I saw lifted my spirits. A gas pump was right next to the diner. Relieved, I slowed down and pulled into the lot and up next to the pump. I got out, fumbling for my wallet as I did. I pulled out my credit card, but there was no slot for it on the machine. There actually wasn't any way to put money into the machine. I shrugged, assured myself that I could just pay someone inside the diner, and walked towards the door. As I got closer, the lights from inside illuminated the front of the diner. I saw no cars parked in front of it.

It looked like something from a different decade, maybe the 1960's or 70's. The front of the diner was like one of those old train cars, constructed out of grey metal. I walked in the door, and a nice little bell rang out, alerting the people of my presence.

10 tables dotted the white and black tiled floor There was a low counter you could sit at. It was pretty empty inside. Just the chubby red haired waitress in her mid 40s behind the counter and a cook somewhere in the back. There was a skinny long white haired woman in her early 80s sitting in the corner, with her nose in a book. There was also a really short skinny freckled face creepy green eyes thin lips red haired masculine woman in her early 50s sitting a few tables away staring down into a steaming cup of coffee in her hands. There were a few empty cups at the table in front of her. When I walked in, they all stopped what they were doing and looked at me for a few seconds before resuming their activities. Something was off about the whole thing but I couldn't place it.

"Excuse me, I need some gas for my car outside." I held out a 20 dollar bill and walked towards the waitress.

She didn't even blink, but just stared down at the dish she was preparing. I asked again, assuming she hadn't heard me."

"Excuse me, I'm a bit lost and need some gas. My car's almost empty."

She slowly glanced up at me and her eyes met mine.

"There is no gas here. Hasn't been for a long time." She said, resuming her work.

"Are you sure? The pump's right outside!" I asked in a slightly raised tone of voice.

"No gas. No gas." She repeated slowly, her hands continued to work."You must wait. Don't worry. You see that old woman reading a book. She is waiting for her caregiver. They could drive you to the nearest gas station. Be patient."

Then she offered to take my coat.

I handed her my coat, she hung it on a coat hanger. This really short skinny freckled face creepy green eyes thin lips red haired masculine woman in her early 50s got up, stopped on her way to the restroom and said to me "
Hi. My name is Sinead . So you are stuck here. I don't have a car. I just hang out here with my cousin Shauna on her shift. I am unemployed and broke. I am 53 year old and I have always been poor. I don't want to die poor. I am practically homeless.About a year ago I had to move in Shauna's garage.
You have such a regal bearing. You are so elegant.
Wow. You are such a big woman. Standing next to you i look like a midget. The size difference between us is beyond comical. You are the tallest woman here. You are towering over everybody " She was in flat shoes and i was on high heels, i am 5ft11 tall and that, coupled with being well built and well endowed , i was really like a giant standing beside this weird woman. Also the chubby waitress Shauna was much shorter than me. I was really towering. The small ginger Sinead walked to the restroom.



"Sinead is right. You are huge. You are so overdressed and shiny. You are such a massive woman. Your breasts look absolutely huge, even with your blouse buttoned up to the top. They are vaulting off your chest and being seen from your side and even behind you i can still see your breasts. Your butt is big and heart-shaped also. Your pants are so tight on you. This fancy clothes are so tight on you because of your body type.

Your breasts are sooo large. They are massive. This blouse you are wearing is so tight fitting that stretches taut across your chest, it is buttoned up to the top but the buttons are almost threatening to pop free." the waitress Shauna said to me.




I didn't know how to respond to that. I sat at a low counter.
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TO BE CONTINUED