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I like men with some belly who are a little over the hill.
Our bodies are reflective of our inner feelings. If we feel emotionally or sexually vulnerable inside, we may build a protective layer of fat over our abdomen or hips, the places where we hold our emotions and sexuality.
Fat people often think of themselves solely in terms of the 'neck up.' Their bodies are disowned, alienated, foreign, perhaps stubbornly present but not truly a part of the real self.
The most highly prized curve of all is that of the bosom ...
What's still squirming in our bones when everything else is stripped?
The heart, that secret repository where needs and fears elbowed each other continuously like uncomfortable passengers in a crowded subway car...
I've got a stomach now as well as a behind. And I mean - well, you can't pull it in both ways, can you? ... I've made it a rule to pull in my stomach and let my behind look after itself.
Lips, like roses dropping myrrh.
Cioran, bureaucratic heart of the Empire. Or if not heart, kidney. Maybe small bowel.
But my favorite part in my body are my dark circles. They define me. They reveal my melancholy.
in coat, heart, body, and brain;
The tongue, the ambassador of the heart.
Think with the whole body.
Rebellions of the belly are the worst.
If I put on a few pounds, it goes straight to my butt.
Hands.
Cheeks.
Eyes.
Lips.
Neck.
Ears.
Thighs.
Heart.
Soul.
Ahh!
the things I get to
savor you with.
A full Belly is the Mother of all Evil.
and behind them the quivering mucosity of her tongue.
The back must slave to feed the belly.
Brains. Hearts. Lungs. Eyes. All pickled in some kind of home-brewed formaldehyde,
Pel-i-cans, their beaks hold more than their bellies can.
Charlie's stomach. He stomped back to his desk
She ran her hands over her body as if to bid it good-bye. The hipbones rising from a shrunken stomach were razor-sharp. Would they be lost in a sea of fat? She counted her ribs bone by bone. Where would they go?
Kessa ran her fingers over her stomach. Flat. But was it flat enough? Not quite. She still had some way to go. Just to be safe, she told herself. Still, it was nice the way her pelvic bones rose like sharp hills on either side of her stomach. I love bones. Bones are beautiful.
Tongue; well that's a wery good thing when it an't a woman.
The groin. The Earthborn's groin is sensitive." SMASH! "Good. Yes. Tyson found its groin." "Percy needs help?" Tyson called. "I'm good!" "Die!" Polybotes yelled, closing fast. Percy kept running.
What the eye doesn't see the stomach doesn't heave over.
The belly has no ears nor is it to be filled with fair words.
Cover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.
body, even for a day. All afternoon and evening, Rona
Some say the North,
Some say the South,
I say the heart,
I say the house.
The abdomen is the reason why man does not easily take himself for a god.
What is left of a woman once her last five pounds are gone?
Now, the Star-Belly Sneetches had bellies with stars. The Plain-Belly Sneetches had none upon thars.
Located two ribs below the heart, it is called hate.
They're important but we're ignoring a lot of other parts that are probably just as compliment-worthy and sexy because we're too busy complimenting firm pecs and thin waists and untarnished souls. Branch out a little, is all I'm saying. It couldn't hurt. I bet your small intestines are adorable.
The old Romans knew better; to keep people quiet they filled their bellies.
Where are your balls at?Balls-- Kobe Bryant
What passes the
lips goes straight to the hips.
I looked down at my stomach. I grabbed at it, seeing how much fat I could lift up in a roll.
"Don't worry," you said, one eye open again like a crocodile watching me. "You're beautiful." You tipped your head back. "Beautiful," you murmured. "Perfect.
Your eyes. It's a day's worth of work to look into them.
Even though it'll never be flat again, my stomach is my favorite part of my body because it reminds me of my greatest achievement - my babies.
I feel like the rest of the male body makes a lot of sense. And then ... balls.
Your neck. I want to kiss it.
Tears. They're like seeds in a watermelon. Good for spitting out.
Madox, what is the name of that hollow at the base of a woman's neck? At the front. Here. What is it, does it have an official name? That hollow about the size of an impress of your thumb?"
Madox watches me for a moment through the noon glare.
"Pull yourself together," he mutters.
Bulges of fat appear around rump, deep gutter along back bone and over rump, breast bone covered in fat, thick fat roll on neck.
It has been said by a certain general, that the first object in the establishment of an army ought to be making provision for the belly, that being the basis and foundation of all operations
A hungry stomach cannot hear.
A puny body weakens the soul.
Nuts, arms, stomachs -- they never hurt. All hurt is brain hurt.
A parcel of country boobies
The first place I gain weight is in my rear end. I love my butt, but I have a tendency to get saddlebags there, so I need to watch it.
A bellyful is a bellyful.
waistcoat-pocket,
There's something sexy about a gut. Not a 400-pound beer gut, but a little paunch. I love that.
What is the definition of guts? Grace under pressure.
Not to derail the conversation from butts, which we all agree is incredibly important
The receipts of cookery are swelled to a volume, but a good stomach excels them all; to which nothing contributes more than industry and temperance.
I've been told that my belly is soft as a fluffy cloud. No one can resist my magical belly. Not even grumpy humans.
abs you could do laundry on, the
Body, heart and soul ... i belong to you. Forever.
Which one worse: armpits or breath? Surely, the latter; but the unwashed inferno of his crotch and ass stank worst of all. "Y'all
My inners are not organs. They're actually mechanics, so I have a hole in my back, wind me up like the movie 'Hugo,' and then just say, 'Act,' you know?
'Greedy gut' is my middle name. I love food, and I love parts.
My face I don't mind it,
Because I'm behind it
'Tis the folks in the front that I jar.
This howling mouth, this head which rolls back and tries to escape.
bhole whose form no man might see.
Hungry bellies have no cars.
If Iowa is the 'heart' land, what part of the human body is Los Angeles?
It is a hard matter, my fellow citizens, to argue with the belly, since it has no ears.
Food is exacting. The face is truly a canvas upon which our food choices paint an accurate picture. The body is truly a sculpture, chiseled and polished by our food choices.
The stomach is near the heart and one appetite pricks on another.
The waist is a terrible thing to mind.
The abdominal and waist region coordinate all parts of the body and act as the center or generator. Therefore, you can promote the ability to control the body's action and master your will more easily.
The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, That no philosophy can lift.
It all begins between the ears.
Fingers. They had served them to Littlefinger,
MOUTH, n. In man, the gateway to the soul; in woman, the outlet of the heart.
Flesh, blood, bone
the body is only a container for who we truly are inside.
the flesh with its passions and desires.
Skin-that smooth plump sweetly fragrant sac upon which life scrawls the record of our failures and exhaustion
A hole in my Sam.
The body consists of three parts: the brainium, the borax and the abominable cavity. The brainium contains the brain. The borax contains the heart and lungs and the abominable cavity contains the bowels of which there are five: a, e, i, o, u.
areas of deepest human suffering, those
Everyone has areas they're not comfortable with, and mine are my bum, thighs, and legs.
be the medulla oblongata.
The parts of the body are the closest and most immediate things in our physical environment, and are thus most deeply imprinted in our cognition, so it is no wonder that body-parts are the sources of terms for all kinds of more abstract concepts in so many languages.
Everything that is superfluous overflows from the full bosom.
I've got this terrible hernia. People think it's a fat gut, but it's not.
The head is the seat of intelligence. The heart is the seat of emotion.
Underworld butt.
Who took away the part so essential to the whole Left you a hollow body Skin and bone.
Think with your whole body.
Beauty comes to us more readily on a full belly.
Eyes - the head's chief of police. They watch and make mental notes.
Your tummy, soft as
warm dough. I knead and knead, then
bake it with a nap.
I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want, an adorable pancreas?
Our body parts were the trademark, we believed, of a sacred, majestic people. Now the ugliness of our situation made us begin to loathe the body we'd once loved. It was a gradual occurrence at first, more a thought than a truth, but we knew that once planted, a seed soon reveals all that it bears.
The heart is the mainspring.