SaraRaven

So I realize that I am fat, pleasantly plump, have a jelly belly, and I realize that I am not a supermodel in looks.  But for some reason there are people that find me attractive (probably dropped too many times as a child but I digress) while others find me hmm lets just say not attractive at all.  Oh, let me be fair and straight forward I have been called a whale, she-beast, bad example for my children (due to my rolls of chunkiness) and on the other side of the spectrum been told I was stunning, a goddess, sensual. It is all good either way I don't expect people to find me goregous and am surprised and flattered when they do.  I am just tr

It astounds me how the image of beauty has changed over time.  No, I am not just referring to a woman's size, though that of course should be menioned.  But I refer to opinion in general.  I sat here and looked though a lot of different profiles today, and shocking, everyone had different tastes.  Why in light of different tastes must people be so cruel to certain things. Take any woman, perhaps you look at her on the street and do not think she is attractive, that does not mean to the man in her life she is not the most beautiful creature in the world, or that perhaps she is about to walk into a photo studio because an artist saw something s

It is such an odd feeling looking back through the things that I have writte.  Even "vents" that I have written strike me as odd.  Simply for the fact I don't remember writing them. There are very few pieces I write that I can look at and remember why I wrote it.  It's funny I will find a piece and think "wow am I that good".  I guess that what happens when you become a victim to writers block.  I have two novels that need to be finished one draft is done the other is not even close and a children's book I haven't touched in over a year.  One of these days I will get them all finished I might throw a piece from them on here.