a ZAFTIG WOMAN is
Pleasingly plump
With curves like blissful, rolling hills
Longing to be explored…
Deserving to be adored…
Capturing the essence of her magnificent femininity
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'Lady Godiva' ~ (photographer unknown)
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The Power of Words
Browsing through the thesaurus for synonyms to the adjective “fat”, one is faced with some pretty demeaning terms:
- Obese
- Hefty
- Bovine
- Butterball
- Gargantuan
- Bulky
- Pudgy
- Elephantine
- Meaty
- Whalelike
These words, when used in conjunction to describe someone’s body type, are quite offensive, wouldn’t you agree? Calling someone “bovine” ~ and thus comparing them to cattle ~ is not only distasteful but also completely false. There isn’t a human being out there in the world (that I’m aware of!) who even remotely resembles a cow. The same goes for “elephantine” and “whalelike”. Please correct me if I’m wrong (and provide visual proof to corroborate your theory!)
Although “obese” is a common medical term used to describe people who don’t fall into a certain body-fat index, it can still be harmful when characterizing someone’s weight. I’ve heard tell that, according to obesity guidelines, Marilyn Monroe was considered obese, which I find completely absurd!
Marilyn on the Beach
If Marilyn Monroe was obese, than I must truly be elephantine!
Personally, I find even the everyday term “fat” to be off-putting, despite its common usage. Perusing the internet for zaftig images and content, I often come across blogs and websites which utilize fat in the title in some way ~ “Lovely Fatties”, “Fat World”, “Fat and Fabulous” ~ and I admit that I am somewhat turned-off because the name denotes a derogatory tone, even if the content is valuable. Perhaps I am alone in this opinion; perhaps referring to oneself as fat is perfectly natural and uplifting. Then again, perhaps the plump woman down the street finds the term “zaftig” to be offensive.
The power of words…
Continuing to browse the thesaurus for synonyms to the adjective “fat”, one may be pleasantly rewarded with more affirming terminology, in stark contrast to the before-mentioned list:
- Affluent
- Influential
- Cushy
- Fertile
- Flourishing
- Fruitful
- Lush
- Thriving
- Prosperous
- Momentous
- Voluminous
What imagery comes to mind when you read these words? Fertile, lush, thriving… there is something beautiful and resplendent about them, as if they encompass the very essence of LIFE.
The Tree of Life, Stoclet Frieze ~ Gustav Klimt
Being referred to as voluminous would far uplift my spirits over being called gargantuan, which would grate against my very existence.
The power of words…
One must concentrate on the positive, refute the negative and always consider the connotations attached to what is spoken.
Choose wisely.
Filed under A Touch of Inspiration, Musings and Thoughts
And Now For Something Naughty…
Fervid
Sprawled across the bed, surrounded by satin sheets and soft pillows cool against her warm skin, she rolled over onto her back, hair settling in pools around her face and neck and bounteous breasts. She slithered forward to rest her neck on the edge of the bed and dangled her head down until the room changed, becoming a kaleidoscope of flickering candlelight ~ distorted, upside-down, serene. Her hair cascaded, reaching for the floor.
Focusing on the shadows of the room, she watched his languid approach: body vivid, taut, masculine. His fist lightly stroked his sizeable, hardening cock, and as he moved closer she could see an almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips as he studied her ~ obviously enjoying the moment, enjoying the way she was splayed out on the bed waiting for him.
With each step he took, she could feel the sexual energy emanating from him ~ an aura so intense her body shook with anticipation and desire. Breath arrested within her throat in a momentary choking sensation. Moistness welled up between her thighs like a puddle of fire, warming an already sweltering atmosphere.
As he stood before her, near enough so that she could feel the electricity of his presence, she noticed one lone drop of precum poised at the tip of his cock, glistening in the candlelight, ready to fall. Never to waste, she reached out to wipe the viscous liquid away and slid the sweet nectar over her lips and tongue. Taste buds ignited in her mouth.
Stretching her arms out, she lightly ran fingernails across his bare thighs, enticing him closer. No words were spoken, no words were necessary. As he took one last step forward, she willingly opened her mouth to receive him.
He offered only the tip of his member initially, as if teasing, as if purposely holding back. She flicked her tongue around the bulbous head, her fingers exploring between his legs to grasp the heavy sac which contained within its confines the ultimate gift.
He moaned and inched forward until more of his hardened member entered her mouth. She opened wide, inviting the entrance, wanting to take him in as far as he wanted to go. His strong, masculine scent surrounded her, filled her senses like an aphrodisiac traveling through her veins. She ran her tongue against the taut skin of his rigid cock as he slowly began to slide in and out of her mouth.
He pushed himself in deeper each time, holding steady, sliding out, entering in again. Repeating, repeating. Each time the swollen head of his cock hit the back of her throat, she struggled to hold him all in. But that, in itself, was arousing. Slithering fingers down her belly to the moistness between her legs, she rubbed herself to a wet ecstasy while her other hand grabbed his thigh, earnestly coaxing him on.
She wanted it to last, until he was ready, until he was prepared to explode within her. The intensity of his orgasm always seemed so much more colossal when he prolonged the release.
But perhaps, this time, he would decide not to explode within her but rather pull out and cover her in his hot, pulsating cum, prompting the thick liquid to hit her lips, her eyelashes, her cheeks, sliding down her neck to collect in her long, pale hair…
Sometimes, the anticipation of his ultimate gift was just as titillating as the actual receipt of it.
Ever patient, she waited, waited ~ mouth ready, body alive, tongue continuing to work its magic on the upperside of his member as he pushed it between her lips. His breath increased, accompanied by a light staccato of moaning, and she knew that his release was imminent. Closing her eyes, she heard a sweet tune swirl through her head, pulling her towards her own fervid orgasm, in perfect harmony with his…
©2011 Enchanted Zaftig
Filed under Poetry and Prose, Sensual Servings, Visual Delights
Who, Indeed?
via 'radicalselfacceptance'
A truth that can be altered.
Filed under A Touch of Inspiration, Musings and Thoughts
Join In On The Conversation
I am pleasantly surprised by how many “hits” this blog has received since its inception just over three weeks ago. Every day, the numbers steadily rise, and I am delighted that there appears to be a genuine interest in the Enchanted Zaftig concept.
Since this blog platform tends to be somewhat limited in its interactive capabilities, I’ve created an Enchanted Zaftig page on Facebook. I encourage you to visit and share photos, thoughts and your own enchanted stories.
Together, we can propel the zaftig movement forward!
Image courtesy of Les Toil
Filed under Musings and Thoughts
Covering The Curves
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
Relinquish
“To ask women to become unnaturally thin
is to ask them to relinquish their sexuality”
Naomi Wolf
Why should I relinquish?
Filed under Musings and Thoughts, Visual Delights
Runway Models and Body Type
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
A Painting Inspires A Conversation
Earlier today, I had an interesting chat with an old acquaintance of mine. He and I have not seen each other in almost 20 years. Recently, we befriended one another on that popular social media site that everyone belongs to, and over the course of a few months briefly conversed in chats online that were, for the most part, very topical: “How have you been? What have you been up to?”
This afternoon, however, was refreshingly different.
At the moment, my profile picture on this popular social media site is of a painting by German artist Caroline Westerhout, entitled ‘Jalousy’.
What is portrayed in this enchanting piece? A young woman peacefully asleep in an armchair? Or a scantily-clothed temptress?
The dychotomy of the subject is captivating ~ innocence and sensuality all rolled into one.
Needless to say, I am in love with this painting, on many levels. It captured my affection the moment I saw it.
Apparently, I am not the only one. This afternoon, my male friend appeared online to inquire if that was me in the painting. I replied, “I wish! I would LOVE for someone to paint me.” Which is true ~ I think it would be the ultimate compliment, the ultimate perpetuity of my existence. And if the painting was done in colorful Klimt-like style such as the above-mentioned ‘Jalousy’, I’d be eternally enamored.
In response to this, my male friend, kind as he is, offered to paint me… with finger paints. All over. Which started a very different kind of conversation.
(I should insert here that as a woman who is very comfortable with her sexuality, I am not easily embarrassed or reserved when suggestive comments are made. Flirting and conversations regarding carnal possibilities are occasionally embraced with amicability, so long as the participating parties remain on a positive, healthy level and ideas are mutually shared.)
Finger paints across the flesh…? Well, why not…?
Cool and moist to begin with, dry and taut on the skin in the end…
But I digress.
In continuation, my male friend proceeded to inform me that, although he’d been attracted to me back in my more youthful, thinner days (and believe me, I was never thin), he was even more attracted to me now ~ because of my extra curviness. Apparently, he appreciates “having something to hold onto” and has many close friends who agree that a full-figure form is preferable.
It was extremely pleasing to hear. And I hear it more often than one might think.
Although the theory is far from prevalent, and the media shuns it, I am consistently presented with uplifting stories and opinions which solidify my belief that a full-figured body is, indeed, desirable.
Kudos to my online friend for reaffirming it.
And kudos to Caroline Westerhout for creating such a beautiful work of art which inspired a delightful conversation.
Filed under Musings and Thoughts, Visual Delights
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