How beautiful would it be if we could just see souls instead of bodies? To see love and compassion instead of curves.

Novelists are stamina merchants, grinders, nine-to-fivers, and their career curves follow the usual arc of human endeavour.

I’ll never be the size that has single digits and my thighs will always touch when I walk but I’m ok with that.

More than that, the thought rattled uncomfortably in my child brain that I would one day become one of them. My body then was sexless. Though I had seen the curves of adults, I couldn’t...

I never resorted to the spitter until I was obliged to. I nearly ruined my arm throwing curves.

I don’t have the body for this,” I quipped, lifting my chin to a voluptous woman nearby who shook her hips zealously to the beat. “No curves.”Jev’s eyes held mine. “Are you asking my opinion?

You start out happy that you have no hips or boobs. All of a sudden you get them, and it feels sloppy. Then just when you start liking them, they start drooping.

Beauty: it curves, curves are beauty. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the world admires.