Sunday, September 29, 2013

George Orwell Liked Fat Women

As he looked at the woman in her characteristic attitude, her thick arms
reaching up for the line, her powerful mare-like buttocks protruded, it struck
him for the first time that she was beautiful. It had never before occurred to
him that the body of a woman of fifty, blown up to monstrous dimensions by
childbearing, then hardened, roughened by work till it was coarse in the grain
like an over-ripe turnip, could be beautiful. But it was so, and after all, he
thought, why not? The solid, contourless body, like a block of granite, and the
rasping red skin, bore the same relation to the body of a girl as the rose-hip to
the rose. Why should the fruit be held inferior to the flower?
’She’s beautiful,’ he murmured.
’She’s a metre across the hips, easily,’ said Julia.
’That is her style of beauty,’ said Winston.

--George Orwell 1984

I always liked George Orwell, I've read most of his books including The Road to Wigan Pier, 1984 was a book that warned about many of the things that are happening today. Glad he could see some beauty in a fat woman.

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