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Filed under A Touch of Inspiration, About, Poetry and Prose, Visual Delights
(contributed by guest author Ramon)
Time for an admiring man to speak up,
Of the subtle beauties of the plump gal.
The woman with more, not less. What did Tom Wolfe say? (regarding architecture): “Less isn’t more, less is a bore”.
Her architecture draws me, and sets both heart and loins aflame.
The repeating curves: pleasurable to look at (and study), far more to handle and caress.
Better still, to grab, to press. No frail petite china doll here, but robust, female and real.
Excess? Sure, why want less
Than you can fit into a handful? (as the French say). The efficient ‘European’ versus our American cult of More.
A famous (petite) Latina singer apologizes for her humble breasts.
I’ll take the mountain range. A deep valley for hands, face, manhood.
By contrast, male on extreme female. Kneel over me, ample bosom, soft and jiggly.
Anonymous turn-of-the-century Czech artist
Bigger gal with your broad magnetic hips and round bottom, sensuous and mobile. Not lazy in bed but energetic, at once hungry and generous, in line with the generosity of your body. She gives more.
Silky contours, inside and out. Enough to sink into, hands, teeth, and totality. Explore it all, this vast land of love.
Not sinewy or sharp. No straight lines or angles; this is a gentle geometry of arcs.
The hesitant man’s fear: that the bigger woman needs a big man.
But she accepts her lover and is glad for his dedication. No need to fear her rejection.
She knows there are many ways to please, and be pleased.
A nibble of the toe, a kiss of the (dear!) double chin, a pluck of pink nipple. A caress behind chubby knee, puddle on pillowy belly, the rub of plump thighs. All warmth and wetness. No need to hold back; she won’t.
A woman to be loved and cherished. Give her all she deserves, and more.
Yes, More.
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Filed under Guest Contributors
Something’s been nagging at me lately.
The sentiment that plus-size women should automatically be respected and adored by every person in the universe simply because they are big, bold and beautiful.
Sound odd coming from me?
As I encounter websites, blogs and social networking groups highlighting full-figured women, I’m amazed and confused at how many seem to DEMAND this kind of attention, as though females of a plump nature are supreme beings, deserving of everyone’s exaltation.
Of course we all want to be adored. But regardless of weight, ethnicity, intelligence, sexual orientation or wealth, no one falls into a supreme being category. Part of the beautiful complexity of human nature is that we possess individual thoughts, propensities and desires ~ oftentimes quite unique from others. Where one man might feel sexual attraction towards a thin woman with small breasts, his neighbor might prefer ladies who are overweight with large breasts. To each his own.
What causes attraction cannot be placed into a single equation ~ we are all unique and driven by different factors. And although we may be influenced by our environment and our companions, who we are and what ignites our senses remains tied to the inner fabric of our individual existence.
I believe that everyone is entitled to his or her own opinion ~ so long as it’s based on intelligence, not ignorance.
Although I am happy in my own skin and relishing life as a full-figured woman, I by no means expect every person I encounter to appreciate my figure. That would be extremely presumptuous and vain of me, would it not? The challenge is ensuring that I am not negatively judged by my outward appearance ~ that I am awarded respect and the chance to express my qualities on equal ground with others. As with any human being of a different religion, ethnicity or body type, I strive for tolerance and acceptance. I strive for equality because I am no less capable.
I expect respect from others because I offer it, not because I feel I am entitled to it.
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Love the skin you are in. Embrace your glorious curves and know that your positive attitude will flow from your inner core like a fountain, touching others.
Sustain your integrity and graciously accept love from others.
But never DEMAND adoration, ladies. For it is a gift ~ not an obligation. ♥
Filed under A Touch of Inspiration, Musings and Thoughts, Visual Delights
Black Burlesque ~ Zeldyn-Stock, deviantART
©2011 Enchanted Zaftig
Filed under Poetry and Prose, Visual Delights
When you’re strutting your stuff at the beach this summer, or lounging around at the pool, remember:
* THE SKINNY GIRLS ARE * JEALOUS * OF YOUR CURVES *
Filed under A Touch of Inspiration, Visual Delights
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees
I say
It’s the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say
It’s the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say
It’s in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That’s me.
~ Maya Angelou
Zerbetron (flikr) ~ Curvy Nude Model B & W Figure Study
Filed under A Touch of Inspiration, Poetry and Prose
For the majority of my formative years, and for quite a long time beyond that, I went through life a shy, self-conscious girl – frequently frowning upon my appearance, glancing at my reflection with contempt, tugging at my clothing to keep it from revealing too much. I couldn’t bear to see the slightest inclination of excess body fat on my figure. A ripple here, a roll there, made me feel awkward and unattractive.
According to my mother, when I was quite young my pediatrician informed her that she should probably avoid feeding me “too many potatoes.” It was as though I had been born with some unknown propensity to become overweight, despite the fact that no one in my family was obese. Someone, somewhere, must have carried the gene and passed it on to me. To this day, I’m still not sure who that culprit is…
Needless to say, as I entered into puberty (at an absurdly early age – which requires an entirely separate blog posting to properly describe) I became self-conscious about my physical development: my weight, my bosom, my child-bearing hips. I attempted to hide the female body that had been bestowed upon me by dressing in loose-fitting shirts that not only hid any signs of cleavage but also covered up any evidence of having hips. My entire mid-section became an embarrassment to me; covering it up helped to maintain some semblance of self-esteem, although not completely, and certainly not for prolonged periods of time.
What was I thinking… ?
There I was, a vibrant, beautiful young woman with a winning smile and really great assets. And yet, when I looked at myself in the mirror, I simply couldn’t see beyond that extra, unwanted flesh.
The sad part, the tragedy of it all, is that it took me 30 years to overcome such inclinations to hide myself. Looking back on these photos from younger days, I’m amazed and saddened at my insistence to cover the curves. I was thinner back then than I am now! And yet, for decades, I couldn’t find the capacity to appreciate my ultra-feminine body.
Now, I shall forever proclaim, “Peel away the layers of cloaking fabric and be liberated!”
Having come to that pivotal midway-point in life that everyone eventually reaches, I find myself at a crossroads where I can either A.) embrace myself where I’m at or B.) invest in belly tucks and face-lifts. Personally, I choose to embrace myself where I’m at ~ curves, bosom, hips et al.
After all… rhinoplasty is really quite out of my budget…
Filed under Musings and Thoughts
Venus of Willendorf
The Venus of Willendorf ~ a delightfully tiny limestone Paleolithic statue crafted 25,000 years ago, discovered in Austria in 1908 by archeologist Josef Szombathy.
To some, she is “a fascinating yet grotesque reality of the female body and its bulging vegetable nature; an impersonal composition of sexually-charged swollen shapes; an embodiment of overflowing fertility, of mindless fecundity, of eternal sex, the woman from which all women descend.” (1) To others, she represents the Earth and its fertility and continuation of life, the Mother Goddess, the universal female principle.
I think, perhaps, she is all of those things. The ultimate expression of womanhood, albeit exaggerated. Her ample bosom, rotund mid-section and curvaceous hips resonate a celebration of the female form. If someone were to refer to me as having “sexually-charged swollen shapes” and the “embodiment of mindless fecundity and eternal sex” I would probably smile and reply in a most seductive tone, “Why, thank you.”
I am quite content being compared to a Mother Goddess.
The artisan who crafted this pocket-size treasure certainly found her shape to be worthy of glorification… Why shouldn’t we as well?
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(1) “Women in Prehistory: Venus of Willendorf” Christopher L. C. E. Witcombe
Filed under Musings and Thoughts, Visual Delights
A few weeks ago, Lane Bryant hosted its annual Fashion Show in Las Vegas. An entourage of beautiful, plus-size models graced the runway that evening, modeling outfits from casual wear to summer dresses to lingerie. Although most full-figured women might cringe at the thought of baring it all in front of thousands of spectators and photographers, these women accepted the challenge with strength and grace, owning the catwalk with as much finesse as any top model in New York.
In viewing some of the photos and video from this event, I was pleasantly reminded (yet again) of how zaftig women make a bold statement with their curves… much more so than their gaunt counterparts. Refer to Exhibit A and Exhibit B below for the point of my hypothesis.
Runway Model Body Type Exhibit A:
Runway Model Body Type Exhibit B:
Need I say more?
Why not view the Lane Bryant show-stopping finale and decide for yourself?
Click for Fashion Show 2011
Filed under Musings and Thoughts, Visual Delights
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