Ravishingly Rubenesque

I have a question for the fellas (and for the bi ladies as well):

Have you always found the curvy girls appealing? Or has your appreciation grown as you have aged?
 
I have a question for the fellas (and for the bi ladies as well):

Have you always found the curvy girls appealing? Or has your appreciation grown as you have aged?

Always.

First crush was a redheaded zaftig girl the nuns didn't tell dissuade me from :)
First love was a short Italian girl with curves and an ass, I better stop!
 
Always.

First crush was a redheaded zaftig girl the nuns didn't tell dissuade me from :)
First love was a short Italian girl with curves and an ass, I better stop!

This is really nice to hear! :)

I wish there had been someone to help me appreciate what I had instead of mourn what I didn't have when I was younger. My parents got me a subscription to Seventeen Magazine, easily one of the least helpful influences of my teenage years.
 
This is really nice to hear! :)

I wish there had been someone to help me appreciate what I had instead of mourn what I didn't have when I was younger. My parents got me a subscription to Seventeen Magazine, easily one of the least helpful influences of my teenage years.

My sister and most of her friends were, too, big girls. My mother never told her to "be like those girls in magazines," because if she did, her grandmother, an immigrant from what's now Poland, would have smacked her upside the head, and many of my aunts - three of five of his sisters and two of his sisters-in-laws along with mom's only sister - would have told her to knock it off.

I was skinny, athletic, but shy and a bookworm. You would have accepted and been accepted into our family easily, never told to change, to be yourself. Oh, and when you went to meet my great-grandmother, she would have squeezed your shoulders and your hips and said, "Good girl!" as she fed you :D
 
My sister and most of her friends were, too, big girls. My mother never told her to "be like those girls in magazines," because if she did, her grandmother, an immigrant from what's now Poland, would have smacked her upside the head, and many of my aunts - three of five of his sisters and two of his sisters-in-laws along with mom's only sister - would have told her to knock it off.

I was skinny, athletic, but shy and a bookworm. You would have accepted and been accepted into our family easily, never told to change, to be yourself. Oh, and when you went to meet my great-grandmother, she would have squeezed your shoulders and your hips and said, "Good girl!" as she fed you :D

Sounds like a nice family to be a part of. :)
 
Sounds like a nice family to be a part of. :)

Ever hear the song "Our House"?

That was our house until my parents divorced, then it was mom's apartment. It was a safe haven from bullying and fat shaming (didn't have that term in the early '80s). It would not be unusual for me to come home from school or practice or work to see some girls at my desk studying.
 
Ever hear the song "Our House"?

That was our house until my parents divorced, then it was mom's apartment. It was a safe haven from bullying and fat shaming (didn't have that term in the early '80s). It would not be unusual for me to come home from school or practice or work to see some girls at my desk studying.

Madness? Yes!

That couldn't have been all bad. :)
 
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