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Round still, but that's fine.
Feeling good outside and in.
Maybe I'm not thin,
but skinny isn't perfect.
The perfect size is happy.
cheery as a cherrio
John looked ruddy and plump, with a pair of cheeks like a trumpeter.
As deformed as a grotesque potato,
smooth and fat as possible,
I eye Chuy like a pitcher in baseball does when a guy leads too far off base.
I would say I'm voluptuous. Statuesque. Definitely curvaceous.
When people ask me which is your favourite portrait, they expect it to be Diana, or someone famous. But the answer is my dog, Puffy. They think I mean Puff Daddy. No, it is the dog,
Our friend Chewy doesn't speak much, but he chews a lot of tobacco so we call him Chewbacco.
Tiny, but fierce!
I don't have slim children. I have hearty ones.
I've always been a little soft. I like to eat.
Conceited little mega-puppy.
He is a gross man-mountain balanced on strangely tiny feet. Not fat, vast.
A smile, a weird one, nestled in his mouth like an egg.
The word that comes to mind is 'beefcake', Zane drawled, looking Ty over, appreciating the view
"Mission accomplished then!" Ty said happily as he turned around to face Zane again. He frowned suddenly. "Is beefcake one word or two?"
Zane laughed. "Who cares when you've got a great ass?
He had a broad face and a little round belly, that shook, when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.
I met P. Diddy. Or Diddy. I like to call him Puffy because, let's be honest, that's who he is.
Somewhere in the shape sighs take.
undemonstrative in a burly fat-pig style
So to me, fat just seems to be right to the point and the most descriptive way to say it.
A paunchy man with a face the color of corned beef,
A voice flat enough to fit under a door crack.
Splendiferous. That's your word. It's yellow with six legs and it's crawling up your arm.
I can't be a cream puff.
You're sparse." "Sparse?" "You're rake thin with obese emotions." His
It looks hard," said Michael. "Not squishy like poop.
I have this really big face.
Enormous? Did you just call me fat?
curvy." I liked Lacey, but I saw Margo's
I'm doped and thick from my last sleeping pill.
the wrinkled sleeve of the head
I am shrunken and shriveled inside, a rotten chestnut hidden beneath a deceptively smooth shell
Ben: You're gonna get arrested.
Lindsey Meeks: You can't sell your tickets!
Ben: That's why you ran across the whole field? ... Wait, you've got to tell me - was it spongy?
He was aloe vera, rough and prickly on the outside, but the inside held all the gooey goodness.
Scrawny little mundane bastard.
A tall, dark, cold eyed, warm lipped, firm chinned, young man of thirty
I think he'll be all sweaty because, let's face it most fat people get sweaty just from lifting the twinkie to their mouth, but tiny is just to fabulous to sweat.
Pustular berk with the charisma of a plimsole
Hey soda girl. You're flat.
I was a little chubby, rosy-cheeked kid.
Cruddy Mouthbreather
Broad shoulders fit snugly under his white shirt, and taut muscles flex in his arm as he grips a tray. He's not a muscle-bound freak though, thank God. I don't like that "I have boulders in my biceps" look that a lot of guys seem to favor these days.
tamed his blond hair by cropping it short, but a rebellious sun-streaked strand curls over one tawny brow. Tall, broad-shouldered,
I was a little bit chubby when I was a kid.
Godzilla sized dick.
the long, straight nose and firm chin
Thyroid eyes. Michelin lips. Voice like pea soup.
Cold, like swallowed tears.
Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span.
And strong-looking. Like the kind of guy you feel standing next to you before you actually see him, because he's blocking so much ambient light.
A heroin-thin boy with enough rings in his eyebrows to resemble a shower curtain rod ...
I'm a small shifty kind of guy.
He was so slim, his heart was visible
I guess I'm odd-looking. I'm skinny. But I'm not only skinny - I'm oddly shaped.
Height, five feet four inches, egg-shaped head carried a little to one side, eyes that shone green when he was excited, stiff military moustache, air of dignity immense!
I'm in shape. Round is a shape.
Is tall and rangy, with muscled thighs that start three inches apart. She looks like she probably runs up a mountain every day and doesn't even know what a KitKat is.
Pimple young. Giggling young. Silly young and stupid as me.
Smooth and ordered on the outside; roiling and chaotic and desperately secretive underneath, but not noticeably so, never noticeably so.
with an unexpected wave in the middle and a mild curl at the ends. A hat maker would have deemed it a wide head while a modeling agency would regard it as round,
He's tall with shaggy blond hair and muscular arms. He's holding a twenty-dollar bill. He's muscular. And he's holding a twenty
wait, I already said that.
I started riding the whole 'fluffy' train, and it's a cute word and socially a lot more acceptable than someone saying is fat or obese. If you call a girl 'fat,' yo, she'll raise hell, but if you say, 'Aw girl, look at you, you're fluffy,' there's almost a sexy appeal to it.
I feel like cotton candy: sugar and air. Squeeze me and I'd turn into a small sickly damp wad of weeping pinky-red.
Wow...that was SQUISHY.
Fluid and energetic and wild very, very smart and very, very funny.
Very bright teeth as big and orderly as piano keys.
Prickly
When I'm feeling
porcupine-y,
I get nasty,
I get whiny.
Stay away or
I might stick you.
My sharp words are
quills to prick you.
Do you wanna see something swell?
Mousy. It was the only word Travis could think to describe Mary Warner when she stepped off the plane. His heart sank and took a moment to rally itself. Long legs, that was all he'd asked for, and what did he get? Minnie Mouse.
Like a mountain that's growing.
She had big, vague eyes and a big, vague smile, and was always very busy in the way that a moth crashing about in a lampshade is busy.
Young. Goofy. Infinite.
the skin was yellow, the eyes slightly slanted;
her hair was piled up under a broad-brimmed
Mr. Bumpy from Bump in the Night was this funky little guy who lived under the bed and thought eating dust bunnies was a delicacy. He was as cool as he could be, and ate dirty socks.
Ballycumber (ba-li-KUM-ber) n.
One of the six half-read books lying somewhere in your bed.
A little Toffee Crunch,
My family used to call me an oversized kid and I think that's pretty accurate in some ways.
I'm in shape...Round's a shape.
I'm more a 1950s hourglass shape.
Jake had blond hair with a slight curl, smooth skin pulled loose across a square jaw, and the perfect amount of baby fat left on his 19-year old face to soften the cheeks beneath his kind green eyes.
Margaery, you're clever, be a dear and tell your poor old half-daft grandmother the name of that queer fish from the Summer Isles that puffs up to ten times its own size when you poke it."
"They call them puff fish, Grandmother."
"Of course they do. Summer Islanders have no imagination.
She was a round, curvy woman who, for Parker, brought to mind a figure assembled from a selection of soft fruits. Aside
A satisfied customer. We should have him stuffed.
revealing a layer of pudge around her middle.
The excessively but not necessarily lycanthropically hirsute
What a mealy-mouth. Windier than a bag of assholes.
I am buoyant and expansive and uncontainable
but I always was so, only I never knew it!
His hair is like feathers.
I like ye fat, Sassenach," he said softly. "Fat and juicy as a plump wee hen. I like it fine.
stupid, overbarbering, possesive, fur ball
Frosty the snowman was a jolly happy soul. With a corncob pipe and a button nose and two eyes made out of coal. Frosty the snowman is a fairy tale they say. He was made of snow but the children know how he came to life one day.
When fully fluffed they looked like oversized wads of dryer lint with six little paws and two big, innocent blue eyes.
Egg-sucking son of a porcupine!
Slowly, quietly, like snow-flakes - like the small flakes that come when it is going to snow all night
- little flakes of me, my impressions, my selections, are settling down on the image of her. The real shape wil be quite hidden in the end.
Is it nice, my preciousss? Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously crunchable?
Pel-i-cans, their beaks hold more than their bellies can.
A pretty little minnow ... cool as rain, blue as heaven ...
A ridiculous-looking little man. The sort of little man one could never take seriously.