Vulluppshoouss.
What a great word! Round and robust, rolling off the tongue with a sensuous pleasure. This word, for me, conjures up an image of full-bodied, curvaceous, open, rollicking liveliness. Of the female variety.
I have a friend who is often described as voluptuous. She absolutely hates when anybody refers to her as being "voluptuous", because for her, it smacks of bawdiness, blatant sexuality, coarseness, crudeness and vulgarity. And she is none of these. She is a warm, loving, big hearted, red blooded woman. She is gentle and caring, thoughtful and kind and wonderful company. And she feels betrayed by her physical appearance.
She is also vivacious. Bubbling over with life and laughter. But she doesn't like this description of herself, either. She feels that people are unable to see past the exterior to the REAL her. That, on meeting her, they are completely distracted by her appearance and then, by her liveliness and neglect to see the more serious side to her personality. Betrayed, yet again.
Coming from a long line of hungry greyhounds and possessing scrawny, quiet genes, I am at a loss when it comes to understanding her dilemma. I try very hard to put myself in her shoes and understand her frustration with being "misunderstood". Knowing her well, and being aware of her true nature, I can only surmise that, she like a lot of women, is not 100% happy with her appearance but for reasons totally unrelated to her physical body.
I am not, never have been, and probably never will be, at this stage, voluptuous. not on the outside, anyway.
But on the inside, there's a vulluppshoouss, vivayshous, rollicking, laughing mama waiting to be released!
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9 comments:
Whew! What a relief! You had me worried there for a while, oh inwardly voluptuous one! Having the same scrawny genes as yourself it's difficult for me to sympathise with your lovely friend.
the skinny ones never understand, the same as the ones with straight hair never understand. Maybe it all has to do with the fact that all of my blog friends are tall, skinny, straight long hair, blonde, young and have feet that could dance all night. but I love you all the same. :)
Well, there you go. We all want what we don't have, or at least many of us do. Me, I'm coveting your greyhound genes.
"Coming from a long line of hungry greyhounds..." Haha hehee! Ah, what a visual image.
My theory about your voluptuous friend is that unfortunately she finds that she brings out the shallowness in her male acquaintances. Men are known to become blubbering idiots, and shallow cads in the presence of overt voluptuousness.
Inner voluptuousness is more seen as enthralling mystery. I openly declare that I like voluptuousness in any feminine form.
I was voluptuous when I was pregnant and I loved it.
Interesting how we never seem entirely comfortable in the size of our skins.
During one of my wider life stages, my son referred to me as Reuben-esque, referring to Reubens' paintings of voluptuous women. I was a greyhound in childhood, lean and strong in my 30s and 40s, and Reuben-esque in my 50s. Now I'm just tired...
The V word is one I have never experienced. It would be fun to know what it feels like!
voluptuous, vivacious, curvaceous, oh my dear, I do love them all. Barmaids, for example, 'must' be voluptuous. Even the term alone piques my interest. Bless you.
Seldom are we satisfied with our own image. My mother was very tiny, - I always felt like some great horse, next to her!
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