The other day I got a HUGE compliment. I told someone about my blog and he said, "You know, back in the earlier days women that were too skinny were never asked on dates. The look of voluptuous, curvier women was what was desired. I look at women like you and I think you're gorgeous." I thanked him profusely. I don't get too many compliments like that from the opposite sex for one, and for being curvy for another.
I would classify myself as being a little more than curvy, but I'll take it. I look at some people on TV and even in real life that train physically for hours a day and they have very litte body fat. Some look like they've survived the Holocaust. Not that I find that humorous, but those people were suffering. Why do some people suffer on purpose?
I like a little meat on people, too, I've decided. I mean, why have a six pack when you can have a two liter bottle? People who work hard to look chiseled proove two things: 1. They are very disciplined. 2. They are freaks of nature.
I think it's important to have a bit of fat stored on your body in case of disaster. I could survive for a few weeks I think. Those stick figures would start wasting away before our eyes. So, in defense of a little chub, no one likes to get stuck without a spare tire in an emergency. We need to be prepared.
THIS IS HOW IT ENDS
1 week ago