She never got the Hula girl...

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After my great grandmother’s funeral, the only thing I wanted was the hula girl that sitting on the electric organ in her dining room. I’d been fascinated with the way her grass skirt sat on her round hips. It was inspirational to me, that this “full-figured” plastic dancer could smile like that, with round eyes… that she could even be a dancer, chubby though she was. Maybe I didn’t haveta get skinny first, then follow my dreams. Maybe I could be bold enough to wear a grass skirt on round hips and wave chubby arms at tourists. Maybe, just maybe…