I am not an abriter of taste. Nor do I believe in the 'ideal' of feminine beauty. For me it lies somewhere beyond the colour and slant of one's eyes and the colour of your skin.
The skinny/curvy debate is one that is always raging in the media. Frankly I think it's lazy journalism, since people will always want to read about it but little of value is ever said. So continuing in that tradition I've compiled a set of contrasts.
First the skinny. What we supposedly have to be. A measure of success, style, even daresay socio-economic standing.
Secondly, the curvy. What most of us are - often wish we weren't. The shapes that many of my friends diet to avoid being. It's a shame because it's beautiful. I like healthy bodies. Athletic, that can endure running long distances, climbing up hills and sprinting for buses. These bodies are not necessarily super-ripped or whippet thin, but whatever the dimensions they'll serve you well.
So the message is, don't starve for the sake of some nebulous ideal. Embrace your DNA and who you are. We live once, enjoy good food, heady wine, profound books, laughing and plenty of whatever gets your pulse racing.
p,s, looking at the pictures, i know who i prefer