What's Curvaceous?

What's Curvaceous?

A Story by Mari' Emeraude
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A blog from my book "Your Face Will Freeze Like That" and other stuff mom told us

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I’ve been called curvaceous, but I’m not sure how to take that. Is it a compliment to be worn proudly, or does it mean I should pull out the old running shoes and find my membership card to the gym? I gotta wonder what men think when they see the famous paintings of nudes by the impressionists like Rubens or Botticelli. I guess full-figured women were really the rage then. Gee, if that’s the case I probably would have been a big hit in their calendar pinups. I could just hear them now “Hey Sandro, get a load of the rolls on Miss March!”  

     Curves were supposedly a sign of wealth and stature. Well, if one is voluptuous, as in ‘fatter-than-the-baby-Jesus' voluptuous, I think I was born in the wrong century. I guess it doesn’t really matter how much a person weighs because 170 lbs. on one person may look totally different on someone else. I think it’s downright intimidating to go to an amusement park, for instance, and have the carnie say, “I’ll guess your weight for a dollar.” (When the guy got it right, I wanted my money back!) Women shouldn’t worry so much about weight, but whether we say it or not, it’s probably always in the backs of our minds. We need to learn to be happy with who we are; not how much we weigh or how tall or short we are. Still, I don’t know where the term curvaceous came from, but I’d venture to say it’s Latin for you’ve had enough pie. 

© 2020 Mari' Emeraude


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Mari' Emeraude
Mari' Emeraude

Denver, CO



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I am a writer, journalist, and poet from Denver, Co who remarks on my fulfilling life in rich, poetic (and sometimes humorous) ways. more..

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