Journals Of Ettorah; A Plus Size Chick – Na Orobo Dey Reign!

Continued from here. Journals Of Ettorah; A Plus Size Chick – Na Orobo Dey Reign!

journals of ettorah a plus size chick fat nigerian tailors nysc body insecurities feminism OroboSuddenly my orobo thighs are an epitome of beauty?

My rolls are love handles?

Thick thigh season was in full session and from the looks of things there was no turning back!

The mantra; “Thick thighs save lives”

Was the anthem for every female world wide, from bulking up, to weight increase meal plans, to surgery, to cupping, to sculpturing. You name it or even invent it and scores of women would flock to you for these services.

As expected, a fast-paced city like Lagos was in on all the action, making money from females with the desire for curves. All manner of establishments were springing up and Lasgidi fed their growth without boundaries.

Lately I’ve been getting some stares accompanied with a whole lot of compliments. Apparently, I was losing weight in my mid region which made me look curvier. Not a bad thing per se, but these days you notice more fat women with ridiculously flat tummies, and you’re left wondering – ‘how is it possible?’

Well, we have body sculpturing establishments on the island to thank for that.

I went out with my girls to a fancy restaurant on the island recently, and it was quite an experience for me but what stood out the most was a conversation I had with a lady in the rest room.

At some point during my meal I excused myself from the table and bumped into another guest, I apologized and offered to accompany her to the guest room to clean up. I noticed her eyes on me but I didn’t mind, she wouldn’t be the first lesbian I’ve met, if only I knew how wrong I was.

Me: “I’m really so sorry about your dress”

“I hope the wine stain will come off.”

“It’s fine, I should have looked where I was going too.,” she replied, wiping the rest of the visible wine splash of her dress.

“Thanks for offering to escort me, it’s a sweet gesture.”

“You’re welcome,” I responded rinsing up my hands and retouching my face while looking in the mirror. Again, I felt her eyes roaming and our eyes locked in the mirror.

Lady: “I don’t mean to be rude by staring but I love your physique.”

“Done any waist job lately?”

“Thank you,” I replied looking puzzled.

“What’s a waist job?”

Looking at me unabashed, she said;

“Liposuction, waist sculpturing, tummy tuck?”

I burst into laughter, “Me ke?”

“What you see is Lagos stress coupled with a body shaper?”

“The shaper helps form-fitting dresses look better.”

“Lucky you then,” she said obviously not believing a word I said.

“I need to get back to my table, before my date thinks I bailed on him.”

“It’s no biggie”

“Nice to have met you,” I said as she walked out.

Looking in the mirror one last time, I burst out laughing!

Me wey never see money chop, na me go come carry money go do sculpturing?

Wonders shall never end sha.

Na orobo Dey reign, so grab your copy now!

About Author:

My name is Ettorah, a plus size chick living in Lagos, trying to get a 9-5 while pushing my side hustles; a perfume store, freelance content developer gigs, a lifestyle blog and anything legit I think will make me ego (cash). Welcome to my journals of surviving and thriving in Lasgidi.

Instagram – @ettorah

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