The story, creatively written by me, poetically describes a plus size beautiful woman, known as Arunima Visakh, as a creative force behind this project. She is also celebrated as Big Beautiful Woman (BBW) or Super Sized Big Beautiful Woman (SSBBW) known for her work to promote body positivity and fat acceptance through her beauty and confidence. Therefore, this story shouldn't be confused with her real life.
2018: Age (19)
And bid dull sorrow fly.
The flame of her inner beauty illuminated the world, I ever beheld it in silent amazement. The life-breath of her aspirations drifted from sky to sky. The divine stream of her warmth was forceful enough to break through all rocky barriers of sad feelings to advance on. Arunima Visakh’s heart longed to succeed in a captivating endeavour. Her soul was made captive in the endless meshes of others’ kindness. Truth was the power that seemed to enkindle the feeble flame of reason in her mind. Arunima attempted to purge all the consuming emotions away from her heart, and keep the love passions as delicately as a gorgeous flower is kept. It was the power of hope that gave her strength to act, which without it, her work could become an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.
2019: Age (20)
Will withering anguish go.
The spring had arrived at her window with its gasps and whispers. Her eyes were shimmering like the rising moon, fair and luminous. The moonshine poured over her face, forming circles of glitter. Arunima Visakh’s yearning heart was pure like a vestal fire and was warmed with a filial love. The sea of her wishes was untouched with the tossing tempest and her hopes could not dematerialize like the froth. Her heart seemed to radiate rays of benevolence. The depth of her infinite perseverance seemed to be the very soul of her mother.
2020: Age (21)
Which shall the wound of memory cure.
Arunima Visakh sent the sun of courage through her veins to others’ despairing souls. She was wholly beautiful in front of others’ eyes. The twilight lingered and gleamed in her wavy, golden hair. Her veins did not swell with arrogance or shrink with despair. The kind stars dared to look at the loveliness of her eyes. She rejoiced in the serenity of mind. In times when her voice was weak, her will would not.
Which shall the wound of memory cure.
Arunima Visakh sent the sun of courage through her veins to others’ despairing souls. She was wholly beautiful in front of others’ eyes. The twilight lingered and gleamed in her wavy, golden hair. Her veins did not swell with arrogance or shrink with despair. The kind stars dared to look at the loveliness of her eyes. She rejoiced in the serenity of mind. In times when her voice was weak, her will would not.
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