My neighbor contributed to my name
When I was just a teenager there was a beautiful BBW that lived next door to me. I admired her and was mezmerized by her lovelyness. I was not enchanted with her for the same reasons that other boys in the neighborhood were, I wanted to BE her. She was not only beautiful but graceful and tenderhearted. She was beautiful inside and out. I loved everything about her, the way her dresses swished when she walked, her smile, her gentle manner. She seemed to move effortlessly and always had a kind word for anyone she encountered. Her name was Maria. Sometimes I wonder to this day where she is, what she is doing, how her life turned out.
Sigh...
Proud of my name and all it represents to me inside.
MariaD