Even though DIVAS stays open till 4am, after all the drama we left early. Paige and Reese dropped me off and I walked into my apartment at 3:30 am ready to wash my face and crawl into bed. Just as I was turning down the covers, my phone began to ring. It was a number I didn’t recognize, so I ignored it. As I was drifting off to sleep it rang again, same number. I answered: “Hello?” “Hey sexy, where are you?” said a deep voice on the other end. “I think you have the wrong number” I replied groggily. “Is this Celeste?” “Yeah, who is this?” “It’s Darren, from the club… what, you forgot about me already?” “Um, no…
Author: CeCe Olisa
A Plus Size Piercing
A while ago, I decided to get a nose ring. I grabbed two friends for moral support and went down to The Village to put a hole in my face. We walked into the tattoo parlor where a man named Ahmed was working. I was so excited that I didn’t pay attention to the fact that Ahmed had no tattoos or piercings of his own. He stood there wearing khaki’s and a white button down shirt while I happily picked out a pink rhinestone. I laid back, but my nose in Ahmed’s hands and in a few moments I felt the sting and burn… I had done it! “Good…Breathe” Ahmed chanted over and over as he sterilized the “L” shaped…
A BBW…Party?!?! (Part Two)
It was a strange feeling to be in a club and not feel invisible. At DIVAS there were chubby chicks, curvy girls, fat ladies and everything in between and there was someone for everyone. Paige and Reese knew everyone there and everyone there wanted to know me. Droves of men would come over and kiss Paige and Reese hello, and then wink at me, kiss my hand or ask “Who’s your friend?” It felt nice. “C’mon, lets dance” Reese said, grabbing my arm. Now, when I hang out with my model friends Kenzie, Annie and Emilie, we hit the dance floor and inevitably they partner off with different guys, leaving me alone on the dance floor. When Reese and I…
A BBW… Party?!?! (Part One)
I don’t have any plus size friends. So, when my friend Ken brought his friend Paige to the movies one night I was surprised to see that she too was a Plus Size Princess. We hit it off and exchanged contact information. A few days later she called and asked what I was doing that weekend. I didn’t have any plans. “Have you ever been to a BBW party?” “A what?” I had no idea what she was talking about, so she explained that there are clubs dedicated to Big Beautiful Women (and men) and the guys (or girls) who love them. I was speechless. I flashed back to all the times I had gone out with my girlfriends and…
A Big Girl Rant: “You Have Such a Pretty Face!”
My straight guy friends (yes I have a few of those) mentioned a “Butterface” the other day. Butterface: A girl who has a bangin’ body… but her face…is a mess. Now, I’ve always heard “You have such a pretty face!” which I eventually realized is what people say to Plus size Princesses. Why not just say “You’re pretty”? Why is it necessary to specify that I am only attractive from the neck up? Does this make me a Butterbody??? And don’t even get me started on people saying “You have a pretty smile” which excludes everything but a Big Girls teeth! Thank God teeth can’t gain weight. If it were possible to have fat teeth, some Big Girls would never…
A Big Girl and her Gays (Part 2)
I had a voicemail from James. “Hey Celeste… its James. I miss you. I want to see you. Call me.”I was getting tired of this homo/hetero limbo! I had been avoiding him since Kenzie and I saw him at the beach. But I had to figure this out, if my gaydar and Kenzie’s gaydar had both been stumped, there was only one thing left to do. I had to call in reinforcements… The Gays themselves. I called Adam, explained everything and before I knew it he had arranged a cocktail party at his apartment for a few people, including Colin and Dean. Adam has been my best friend since high school, Colin is his long time boyfriend and Dean is…
“Skinny Bitches”
I walked into the gym the other day and was surprised to find a camera man filming on the cardio floor. I found an elliptical machine behind him, so I wouldn’t be filmed during my session. As I began pedaling in place, a woman in a suit walked up to me with an index card in her hand. “Hi, my name is Stacy. I’m with CBS news” “Um… hi” “We’re doing a story based on a recent study that was released saying that some women are less likely to work out as hard when they are working out next to ‘skinny bitches’. You know, those model types that don’t need to be here,” she said. “So could I ask you…
A Glitch in the Gaydar
It had been a few weeks since I met James. We had been hanging out regularly, and he had invited me to a party at his friends beach house. I liked him and he seemed he liked me, so I agreed to go, but I still couldn’t get the thought out of my head that he was gay. I don’t know what it is but closeted gays are drawn to plus size princesses. My first love was a guy that chased me all through high school, spent the summer after our senior year telling me that we should be married, only to come out to me six months later. During college I spent all my time with Dan, holding hands,…
Walk of Shame
It was a Friday night when my friend Kenzie called to announce that drinks were in order. Our other friends Annie and Kelsi both had dates, so Kenzie and I decided to venture out on our own. I slipped on a black pencil skirt, with a wide leather belt and tucked in a fuschia cap-sleeved top that showed just the right amount of clevage. Pulling my hair into low side ponytail, I slipped into a pair of leather and wood wedges. Then I grabbed my favorite clutch; threw in my cell phone, MetroCard, a credit card, License, and MAC lip-glass in pink poodle and I was on my way. I already had a voicemail from Kenzie when I got off…
A Big Girl and her Gays (Part 1)
I sat in the audition room applying lip-gloss and singing to myself when a guy I didn’t know approached me. “Is this the room for the Hairspray Callbacks?” he asked. “Yes,” I replied glancing up from my mirror. He was holding a planner with the Brooks Brothers logo and he wore a well tailored suit. He was dressed rather well, even better than most of the musical theater males in the room who by default are quite fashion conscious. His name was James and he was cute funny and smart. As we chatted I started to flip through my mental rolodex, trying to think of which one of my boys I could introduce him to. I must have zoned out…
