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Curves are... good?

These days, curves are infinitely preferable to straight up-and-down body types.  Or so we're told.  But we're also told that said curves have to be wee and firm, taut and high, perfectly rounded and impeccably proportioned.  So all those curvy chicks out there, flaunting their J-Lo asses and Christina Hendricks breasts (DROOOL), and ostensibly shattering the myth of Twiggy, serve less to comfort me than as an even higher standard of sex appeal which I'll never reach.

As a result, I often feel disappointed when I buy a dress I think looks great on me, only to see it on the model (or mannequin), with her (its) perfect, bounce-a-quarter-off-that-ass curves and realize that the dress only looks great on me in comparison to other items in my closet.  From a more objective, overall, survey-the-world sort of view, it looks just ok, mostly due to my many lumps and bumps, and my massive hips.

BUT.  This past weekend, I was in New York with the bf, and he insisted on going into the big, beautiful Anthropologie in SoHo, and of course I found two beautiful dresses to buy.  One was a sale item; the only size left was a 10, which fit, but wasn't very flattering (read: pancake titties)– the loverly sales staff managed to find the dress for me in a 12, in Baton Rouge, and sent it off to my SF house.  The second fit perfectly as soon as I put it on, and is immensely flattering– the waist looks teeny, the bazongas look massive, and the hips look lump-and-bump-free!  Amazing.

Even more amazing, though, is the fact that when I went online to find photos of the dresses to send to friends, I realized that I looked better in them than the dressmaker's dummies!!  Who knew it was possible?!

Turns out, extreme curves (and my hips are definitely extreme) can be an asset.  Case in point: the dresses in question look kind of boring, and even a little boxy (still ADORABLE, though), in the photos:

Whereas, on me, well let's just say VA VA VOOM.

And thank god for that, because I really needed a body boost.  Things have been bleak and blubbery lately, so even though this dress discovery may not seem exactly post-worthy to you, I'll take anything I can get these days!
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