“I’m Not Pregnant, This is Just My Belly” and Other Awkward Body Conversations with Strangers
Human Parts

There was a time in the last century when Buxom, zaftig, and Rubenesque had more positive (even alluring) connotations, but no longer. Our standards of beauty, for women especially, no longer celebrate the natural human form. There’s more than a hint of aggression in the glossy, untruthful images that illuminate Times Square and paper the subways. Sometimes when I’m walking past an ad filled with gaunt-looking, hollow-eyed models with Barbie mid-sections, I want to scribble over the ad in big, fat letters, “Feed her, she’s starving!”

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