Pseudotherapy

I had a lot of creative work to do this weekend, and it wasn’t a good time for it. We had a huge (by California standards) rainstorm Friday, followed by downright nippy temperatures all weekend. I was infected with the Yule spirit, and wanted to be out Christmas shopping, or decorating our place, or better yet, some of each. Unfortunately, this is rent-paying weekend, so spending money for anything else was out of the question. Instead, I decided to decorate Pseudotherapy for the holidays, a pastime more in keeping with our budget. I had a particular theme in mind, requiring a certain type of artwork, but was having no luck with any of my searchable subscription resources. That meant I’d have to wade through the freebies, which could take hours. Ugh. Not fun, even with holiday tunes playing in the background.

Sometime in the evening, I happened across the artwork above, and found myself utterly charmed by it. Or rather, by her. Not that “Lemonade Girl” by the talented Jodee Rose was in any way suited for my purpose. Not even close. But she’s just so dang cute. She looks warm and friendly, and utterly comfortable in her own skin. She looks like someone I’d like to know. On second thought, she looks like someone I’d like to be.

I continued on with my search, but every now and then I’d click back over to the tab I’d left LG in and look at her some more. I found her immensely appealing ? the smiling sweetness of her round face, the voluptuous fullness of her generous curves, the plumpness of her thighs . . . . Wait now. Wait just a minute here. When and how did plump thighs ever by any stretch of the imagination become appealing?!?!

I don’t know when it happened, but my concept of the ideal woman has definitely changed. I used to fantasize about looking like Susanna Hoffs, tiny and exotic. Then it was Demi Moore for awhile, more recently Monica Bellucci. You’ll notice none of these women have even a hint of plumpness to them. But lately when I imagine my “perfect” self, there’s more meat on my bones. Lush curves instead of lean lines. More hourglass, less swizzle stick. Don’t get me wrong, I certainly want to be physically fit ? but I do not want to look hard and sinewy like Madonna. Just because you have muscles doesn’t mean they should be your defining feature. I like being a girl, and I’d rather look soft and cuddly than tough and stringy.

Could this mean I’ve taken a step toward acceptance of my natural body type? And if so, can the apocalypse be far behind?

Come to think of it, I’ve always been a big fan of pillows.

[tags]Fat, BBW, curves, real women[/tags]

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