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Information and rants about living in the real world as an SSBBW

As SSBBWs, we live in a world built for smaller people. Each day we face challenges to fit in, or even to just fit. While education and information are powerful tools, our best resource is each other. Let us know your tips or rants about this subject at info@ssbbw-magazine.com.


SSBBW Profile

Each month we will profile an SSBBW to help inspire those SSBBWs who haven't yet gotten that they are wonderful, caring, sexy, special people. Click here to read this month's profile of Brenda, a 36 year old from Texas.


Remembering our Veterans

Several nations celebrate, in some way, the end of World War I, the ceasefire of which went into effect at 11:00am CET on this day in 1918.

Veterans Day in the United States is largely intended to thank living veterans for their service, to acknowledge that their contributions to national security are appreciated, and to underscore the fact that all those who served - not only those who died - have sacrificed and done their duty. Even though it is a federal and state holiday, it is formally observed in most parts of the United States only by government offices and banks.

In many parts of the world, people take two minutes of silence at 11:00 in the morning as a sign of respect for the roughly eight million who died in the war, as suggested by Edward George Honey in a letter to a British newspaper though Wellesley Tudor Pole established two ceremonial periods of remembrance based on events in 1917.

In many commonwealth countries people wear artificial poppies as a sign of remembrance and respect. The poppy's significance is a result of Canadian military physician John McCrae's poem "In Flanders Fields" written in May of 1915. The poem is usually read during the Remembrance Day ceremonies as well as the playing of the Last Post and wreaths laid to honour the fallen.

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In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
John McCrae


Letters to the Editor...

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