I Can’t Admit I Like Chubby Girls

This post is for the Beauty of a Woman blogfest. To read the entire post, visit the lostcosmonaut link above the picture.

I thought it was honest and inspiring. Enjoy!

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Lost Kosmonaut

If you wanted me to write on the second-most embarrassing subject I could think of, I’d write about the fact that I like chubby girls.

To be more accurate, I find a range of female body types attractive: from fit to chubby. I do not like skinny girls—and by “skinny” I do not mean normal, which is what most girls refer to as “skinny.” I mean girls who are actually underweight. Most runway models are too thin to interest me sexually.

Something that girls don’t understand: to the same extent there is pressure on women to look a certain way, there is pressure on men to only like girls who look a certain way. There’s a special shame reserved for those of us who find something attractive that we’re not supposed to. It’s humiliating. It makes you feel flawed as a man.

I’d like to think that if I were…

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8 comments

  1. Thinking about females’ shapes, it occurs to me that women all go through a variety of forms: plump infancy, skinnier adolescence, the shapes their lifestyles and genetics press on them in their adult years, and in their seventies and beyond — says this woman watcher who does swimming exercise with older folks three times a week — a return to plumpishness that lasts until their mid-eighties, when women’s pounds shed again. Who of us has the same form throughout a lifetime?

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  2. Thanks for the post. I have noticed most of my girlfriends have babe-alicious, pear-shaped bodies. I haven’t discussed it with them, but it seems I have a “type,” even in platonic relationships. Its hard to bring it up without offending anyone, though…

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