“Well, Art is Art, isn’t it? Still, on the other hand, water is water. And east is east and west is west and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now you tell me what you know.”—
I have never found "perfect bodies" to be that attractive
meaning, rock hard abs, huge muscles, no fat whatsoever, a perfectly flat belly. just like I don’t think stick thin legs are that attractive, or seeing anyone’s ribcage.
I am not one of those people who supports obesity either.
I think normal average people, who are soft to touch, and warm - I will always be attracted to this. this might be why I have never been a fan of the “beefcake” photos of men with their shirts off. or why women in tiny bikinis on fitness magazines have never done it for me. just like I don’t really care for fake tans, or perfectly white teeth.
the most beautiful people are the flawed ones.
the best part is, even though there are areas that I would like to improve, I have never felt the pressure to look “perfect” or like an olympian. I find more pleasure in a long walk, and a delicious but healthy meal, than purging and pushing myself to the extreme.
“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity.”—