Day Twenty Nine: Curves

Day Twenty Nine: Curves                           

I have nice curves.

I am not curvy the way some women are curvy. I have one of those hourglass figures, wide shoulders, tucked in at the waist and hips. Actually, I don’t really have hips. I mean, biologically I do (I should know, having dislocated one of them in a very painful accident) but I don’t have hips the way some girls have hips.

The reason I’m proud of my curves is because I like the way I look in a dress. It seems like something silly to be proud of, but I am. I have met some women who should never, ever wear dresses. I have met many women who shouldn’t wear the dresses that they are wearing. And while this sounds rather berating towards my fellow (wo)man, the truth is that I like that I know how to dress myself. How to dress my curves.

I’ve had a lot of girls tell me that I’m skinny and that they wished they could be skinny. I’ve also had a lot of people assume that I am weak and defenseless and either take advantage of that or needlessly try to assist me. I once had a friend who would say all the time “I hate you, you’re so thin.” She was joking, but her tone implied that she viewed herself as overweight and therefore my figure was an object of jealousy.

Every time she said it I hated my body a little.

I have a very nice figure, curves and all. But I don’t want to make other people feel bad because of the way I look. I know that this isn’t my issue, this is their issue. And it seems so stupid to worry about, all things considered. But I feel the way I feel and my feelings cannot be denied just because someone else doesn’t agree with me.

Having curves is what makes me feel like a woman. Which is not to say that men can’t have curves, but that they’re a sacred part of my femininity. That’s why I love them.

Challenge to my Readers:

Appreciate your curves today. Wear something form flattering and feel good.