The closest match to the ideal was an average-sized 25- to 44-year-old, with a waist of about 76 centimetres (30 inches) and hips of about 102 centimetres (40 inches).
PLAYBOY centrefolds, fashion models and professional escorts may have a reputation for being sexy but Sydney men prefer the body shape of average Australian women, scientists have found.
A University of NSW researcher, Robert Brooks, said he had been surprised to find that the "supposedly super-attractive" professionals had a less popular figure than the girl next door, but their slimness appeared to have counted against them.
"These women had smaller waists and hips than the most attractive combination in our study," he said.
The research was carried out to test the notion that a waist-to-hip ratio of about 0.7 has evolved to be appealing because it is a sign of good health and likely ability to have children.
Professor Brooks and his team asked 100 men to judge the attractiveness of 201 line drawings of female torsos. The most preferred waist-to-hip ratio was close to 0.7, but only if the rest of the body proportions were average, they found. The least attractive torso shapes were large shoulders with small waist and hips, and small shoulders with large waist and hips.
The vital statistics of the different professional groups and normal Australian women were then compared with these shape preferences.
Furthest from the men's ideal were the Playboy centrefolds, 1990s models and women advertising on two Australian escort websites. Models from the 1920s, who were more curvy, fared better. The thicker waists and hips of women over 44 put them outside the most preferred range.
Ironically, the decrease in hip size and weight of models during the past 40 years has been a trend away from the body type that appeals to men, the researchers noted in the study, published in the journal Behavioural Ecology.
Article Found At: http://www.smh.com.au/lifestyle/gentlemen-prefer-real-curves-20090612-c646.html
Friday, August 20, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
On Yahoo Answers
8 Months Ago:
Question: Do men prefer a curvy hourglass figure or a slim petite figure?
Best Answer: Hourglass ... without a doubt!
"Does my bum look big in this?" ... Hell yes! I like it!
Question: Do men prefer a curvy hourglass figure or a slim petite figure?
Best Answer: Hourglass ... without a doubt!
"Does my bum look big in this?" ... Hell yes! I like it!
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Female Body Shape Men Like the Most
Ladies, here's a heartening news flash: Thin is NOT in. Men crave curves.
While American women see super-thin stick models and feel unattractive and unhappy about their average or curvy bodies, men don't feel the same way. Fully 80 percent of men ages 18 to 50 say they want a voluptuous woman, according to former plus size model Nancy Hayssen, who has written a book every woman could love based on the title alone: "101 Sexy Secrets: How to Be Hot, Sexy & Beautiful at ANY Size!" Another 15 percent of men prefer a woman of average size, while just 5 percent opt for a super skinny lady.
Twenty years ago, most fashion models were a size 8. Today, that's been replaced by an emaciated size 0. Meanwhile, during those same two decades, the average American woman, who stands 5' 4", ballooned from a size 10 to a size 14. Fun fact: A 14, which is now considered a "plus size," was approximately sex bomb Marilyn Monroe's dress size.
"We're being lied to everyday. The fashion industry and Hollywood have spread the myth that men want skinny, anorexic-looking women," asserts Hayssen. "The truth is it's plus size or curvy women who are considered beautiful."
That sentiment was echoed in a recent poll of 4,000 adults conducted by British weekly magazine Grazia to find out the ultimate attractive man and woman. Men overwhelmingly said they are most attracted to women who have curves, rather than skinny women, and prefer brunettes with "long, wavy hair." And 78 percent said a woman's most attractive feature is her smile.
Men are a practical lot. Three-quarters said the hobby they find most attractive in the opposite sex is cooking.
So what do women want in a man? A stunning 93 percent are looking for someone who makes them laugh, while 73 percent want someone who will "automatically" pay for a meal. Men who own their own home are five times more attractive than a man who does not. OK, so women are practical, too.
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Saturday, August 7, 2010
Engaged!
Yes, I am finally and officially engaged.
After a ton of stress and overtime and a move and more stress and fatigue on his part and my having several "failing heart moments" (see another post which I will link to someday, well, will probably forget too, but it basically means having an extreme self-conscious, I am so ugly and worthless and deserving of rejection don't look at me attacks), we finally were able to have abit of time together after I went with him to work on his on-call jobs.
On the way back, we stopped at a state park and he left his phone in the work truck and we attempted to have a picnic which didn't work out (the park almost didn't work out as it charged and we had no cash and after everything that had already gone wrong that weekend., I was in tears and feeling like this very strong force was apparently out to make sure we would never be together and that if we fought against it, it would just make our lives miserable and we would never get a chancee to even enjoy our love.
Anyway, we found cash, our picnic lunch got extremely cold and gross (I couldn't even eat it), and we decided to go for a walk in the woods.
That ended up being very nice. We found some fitness challenges along the path and laughed with each other as we tried to do them. One spot was very muddy so I rode on his back. Then, very deep in the woods, on a bridge (very Rivendell-ish), we stood and talked for awhile, and then he prayed (he always prays very awesome, I've never heard a man pray like him) for us, for my son, for becoming a family, for the sanctity of our marriage.
Then we stood there again, and he was very nervous, which was ridiculously sweet. And the light was coming through the trees and highlighting his hair and face and he looked so good, and then he got on one knee and asked.
:)
And miraculously, when we got back to the truck there was no missed work calls and we had the rest of the evening together.
After a ton of stress and overtime and a move and more stress and fatigue on his part and my having several "failing heart moments" (see another post which I will link to someday, well, will probably forget too, but it basically means having an extreme self-conscious, I am so ugly and worthless and deserving of rejection don't look at me attacks), we finally were able to have abit of time together after I went with him to work on his on-call jobs.
On the way back, we stopped at a state park and he left his phone in the work truck and we attempted to have a picnic which didn't work out (the park almost didn't work out as it charged and we had no cash and after everything that had already gone wrong that weekend., I was in tears and feeling like this very strong force was apparently out to make sure we would never be together and that if we fought against it, it would just make our lives miserable and we would never get a chancee to even enjoy our love.
Anyway, we found cash, our picnic lunch got extremely cold and gross (I couldn't even eat it), and we decided to go for a walk in the woods.
That ended up being very nice. We found some fitness challenges along the path and laughed with each other as we tried to do them. One spot was very muddy so I rode on his back. Then, very deep in the woods, on a bridge (very Rivendell-ish), we stood and talked for awhile, and then he prayed (he always prays very awesome, I've never heard a man pray like him) for us, for my son, for becoming a family, for the sanctity of our marriage.
Then we stood there again, and he was very nervous, which was ridiculously sweet. And the light was coming through the trees and highlighting his hair and face and he looked so good, and then he got on one knee and asked.
:)
And miraculously, when we got back to the truck there was no missed work calls and we had the rest of the evening together.
The Scale
I didn't bring the scale.
Intentionally.
I decided to measure myself by jean size instead, since I have my skinny jeans (that haven't fit in 12 years) and my goal has been there and then whatever the scale said that was my goal weight. That was approx 135-138 pounds.
I have not been able to work out as much as before. :( My boyfriend's car is spurting gas so is still at the old house so I have to take him to work in the morning and pick him up. My commute to work has doubled each way, plus I have to get him, and he's not on the way, and I've had to stop by the old house and load up my car and I am tanning religiously as the wedding is only 4 weeks away and otherwise I would be albino-girl, and there just hasn't been enough hours in the day. My Jillian DVD's which intentionally didn't get packed so I would have them on my person and they couldn't get lost GOT LOST and it took 4 days before I found them. When I found them, I did them almost religiously until I finally got Internet, and then due to having major wedding emergencies (like a wedding ring that got shipped back to sender!!!!!) that it just fell by the wayside.
And now, despite my calmness and my relaxing abit and allowing my self to eat carbs "guilt-free" on the weekend since there is no scale to tell me how fat and ugly I am, I am starting to wonder if it was a bad idea to leave it behind. Because I am not as motivated/dedicated now that there isn't a device here to remind me that I am not light enough / thin enough to relax and enjoy life.
Sigh.
The other things is I want to know how much I weigh on my wedding day. What if I made it to goal and then didn't know? But what if I don't, and I get on the scale a day or two before and am depressed and mentally feel ugly.
Oh....I tried on my dress. It fits PERFECTLY....without undergarments. So as long as whatever bra/corset I find doesn't create bulges, I should be good. The last time I was on a scale (2 weeks ago) I had lost the 20 pounds I'd gained from quitting smoking. :) :) :)
I can wear some size 8 clothes, but mostly size size 10. My skinny jeans are a junior size 7. Basically, I am a size 8 jean right now. I am an 8 in regular jeans, but since I wear juniors I wear a 10 (need room to allow for hips/butt). So since I almost ALWAYS wear juniors, I am a 10 mentally and emotionally. And my goal is a 7, which is a normal size 6.
In all honestly, my goal, albeit unrealistically, would be a 3. But I doubt my hips would get to that. But at a 3 I would feel thin enough that no other person would ever make me feel fat because a 3 is thin. No matter who is smaller or not, a 3 is always thin. If I only I could get myself to feel that way about a 7.
Of course, I've recently realized and try to remind myself that -- you have to choose between ta-tas and thin (fatless) thighs/hips. You can't have both (unless surgically or digitally altered). And DF likes my hips and thighs the way they are and LOVES my ta-tas.
Now, just need me to love and like my body and relax and not feel like every girl out there thinner than me live or on the screen -- is a threat and proves my worthlessness.
Should I go buy a scale?
I feel like I am a fool if I think/believe I am beautiful at this weight (151? 149?). Pictures will show otherwise and then I will realize I was ugly.....GRRRR.....why if I am not perfect or ultra thin does that automatically make me ugly? The lies my father taught me, the lies that form the core of all that I believe...I wish I could just rip them out, but I don't know how. I wish I could strangle him, but he is dead. I wish I could accept myself.
Intentionally.
I decided to measure myself by jean size instead, since I have my skinny jeans (that haven't fit in 12 years) and my goal has been there and then whatever the scale said that was my goal weight. That was approx 135-138 pounds.
I have not been able to work out as much as before. :( My boyfriend's car is spurting gas so is still at the old house so I have to take him to work in the morning and pick him up. My commute to work has doubled each way, plus I have to get him, and he's not on the way, and I've had to stop by the old house and load up my car and I am tanning religiously as the wedding is only 4 weeks away and otherwise I would be albino-girl, and there just hasn't been enough hours in the day. My Jillian DVD's which intentionally didn't get packed so I would have them on my person and they couldn't get lost GOT LOST and it took 4 days before I found them. When I found them, I did them almost religiously until I finally got Internet, and then due to having major wedding emergencies (like a wedding ring that got shipped back to sender!!!!!) that it just fell by the wayside.
And now, despite my calmness and my relaxing abit and allowing my self to eat carbs "guilt-free" on the weekend since there is no scale to tell me how fat and ugly I am, I am starting to wonder if it was a bad idea to leave it behind. Because I am not as motivated/dedicated now that there isn't a device here to remind me that I am not light enough / thin enough to relax and enjoy life.
Sigh.
The other things is I want to know how much I weigh on my wedding day. What if I made it to goal and then didn't know? But what if I don't, and I get on the scale a day or two before and am depressed and mentally feel ugly.
Oh....I tried on my dress. It fits PERFECTLY....without undergarments. So as long as whatever bra/corset I find doesn't create bulges, I should be good. The last time I was on a scale (2 weeks ago) I had lost the 20 pounds I'd gained from quitting smoking. :) :) :)
I can wear some size 8 clothes, but mostly size size 10. My skinny jeans are a junior size 7. Basically, I am a size 8 jean right now. I am an 8 in regular jeans, but since I wear juniors I wear a 10 (need room to allow for hips/butt). So since I almost ALWAYS wear juniors, I am a 10 mentally and emotionally. And my goal is a 7, which is a normal size 6.
In all honestly, my goal, albeit unrealistically, would be a 3. But I doubt my hips would get to that. But at a 3 I would feel thin enough that no other person would ever make me feel fat because a 3 is thin. No matter who is smaller or not, a 3 is always thin. If I only I could get myself to feel that way about a 7.
Of course, I've recently realized and try to remind myself that -- you have to choose between ta-tas and thin (fatless) thighs/hips. You can't have both (unless surgically or digitally altered). And DF likes my hips and thighs the way they are and LOVES my ta-tas.
Now, just need me to love and like my body and relax and not feel like every girl out there thinner than me live or on the screen -- is a threat and proves my worthlessness.
Should I go buy a scale?
I feel like I am a fool if I think/believe I am beautiful at this weight (151? 149?). Pictures will show otherwise and then I will realize I was ugly.....GRRRR.....why if I am not perfect or ultra thin does that automatically make me ugly? The lies my father taught me, the lies that form the core of all that I believe...I wish I could just rip them out, but I don't know how. I wish I could strangle him, but he is dead. I wish I could accept myself.
The Move and The New Home
It took over a week before I had Internet and by that time I had a million things to catch up with as far as wedding plans are concerned. And sooooo much has happened since of which I will probably spread out over a few posts so as not overwhelm.
There are still boxes everywhere. Well, not quite as everywhere as before. It was horrid though. Not only was there everything I had accumulated over the last 10 years, but then there was all my boyfriend's stuff...boxes upon stacked boxes which had been living in my basement, dining room and garage since he moved here from Colorado to be with me.
We rented a 26 foot truck (the largest they had) and still everything didn't fit. The temperature was 100 on moving day with a heat index/humidity of 105. It was horrid. My three closest friends (one girl, two guys) were the only ones who really helped. One is my bridesmaid and one my grooms man (my poor DF's friends are all in the west).
Anyway, it was just a nightmare. I had been really hoping to get everything organized and put away before my son got back, but alas, he was homesick, and I missed him, and he couldn't take being at my mother and sister's anymore, so he came back to box city.
Even now, his room isn't done. And DF would really like me to get on that too, because the longer my son lives in a mess in the new place, the quicker it will always stay that way and it will look like his old room.
The Living Room is mostly done and looking quite lovely. All that is left is several more boxes of books which we need to sort through and decide which will go on the remaining book shelves and which ones will be boxed up and stored since there is no more room.
The Dining is done -- ya! -- except that my china (in the two boxes sitting on one of my kitchen counters) needs to go in the buffet.
The Kitchen is mostly done (finished up yesterday) except for a stack of pots and pans that need to be washed. Some of the cupboards and drawers need to be organized, but the counters are now clear. (They had been full to overflowing with all my and DF's combined kitchen stuff).
Den -- the room in which I am in, which is more of an alcove off the living room, is mostly organized except for the boxes of books that will belong on my desk (reference and how-to write books). But obviously, I have Internet -- finally!
Bathrooms -- not organized, and a mess
Bedrooms -- all three (mine, DF's, and son's) are a mess.
Mine is allowed to be as its a storage room until I am able to go through everything and clear it out to make a studio as it will only be my bedroom for another 4 weeks -- yea!!!!!
DF's is a mess because I haven't gone through the clothes yet, so there are just boxes of clothes and piles of clothes everywhere.
Son's is a mess because I haven't organized it first run through and we had been waiting forever for his bookshelf clips which got lost in the packing but are now found and he has some overflow from my room that's crept in. Also, he doesn't have a dresser yet as his old one didn't come on the move.
After losing my house, I am trying to look at this place like a really grand/luxury apartment. It's technically a townhouse, but it is not a house, not when you are used to living on a street in a neighborhood. This place is a complex, and I am in the middle, (not facing a street), and the car is a bit of a walk away and in a parking lot. It's just quite different. INSIDE, however, is much prettier than my house could ever been and bigger. My house was very, very tiny and falling apart. So when I am inside, it feels really nice. But when I try and talk about it and "house" comes out of my mouth, there is a twinge, because it's not a house. Some of my friends have called it an apartment too, so it definitely does not say house. :(
It's just hard.
But there is alot of good on the inside. Room. Space. Beauty. Central Air. All these things are new to me. It really is a step up. Not sure what that says about me. :(
Anyway.....it really is very pretty and spacious. I will post pics when everything is done.
There are still boxes everywhere. Well, not quite as everywhere as before. It was horrid though. Not only was there everything I had accumulated over the last 10 years, but then there was all my boyfriend's stuff...boxes upon stacked boxes which had been living in my basement, dining room and garage since he moved here from Colorado to be with me.
We rented a 26 foot truck (the largest they had) and still everything didn't fit. The temperature was 100 on moving day with a heat index/humidity of 105. It was horrid. My three closest friends (one girl, two guys) were the only ones who really helped. One is my bridesmaid and one my grooms man (my poor DF's friends are all in the west).
Anyway, it was just a nightmare. I had been really hoping to get everything organized and put away before my son got back, but alas, he was homesick, and I missed him, and he couldn't take being at my mother and sister's anymore, so he came back to box city.
Even now, his room isn't done. And DF would really like me to get on that too, because the longer my son lives in a mess in the new place, the quicker it will always stay that way and it will look like his old room.
The Living Room is mostly done and looking quite lovely. All that is left is several more boxes of books which we need to sort through and decide which will go on the remaining book shelves and which ones will be boxed up and stored since there is no more room.
The Dining is done -- ya! -- except that my china (in the two boxes sitting on one of my kitchen counters) needs to go in the buffet.
The Kitchen is mostly done (finished up yesterday) except for a stack of pots and pans that need to be washed. Some of the cupboards and drawers need to be organized, but the counters are now clear. (They had been full to overflowing with all my and DF's combined kitchen stuff).
Den -- the room in which I am in, which is more of an alcove off the living room, is mostly organized except for the boxes of books that will belong on my desk (reference and how-to write books). But obviously, I have Internet -- finally!
Bathrooms -- not organized, and a mess
Bedrooms -- all three (mine, DF's, and son's) are a mess.
Mine is allowed to be as its a storage room until I am able to go through everything and clear it out to make a studio as it will only be my bedroom for another 4 weeks -- yea!!!!!
DF's is a mess because I haven't gone through the clothes yet, so there are just boxes of clothes and piles of clothes everywhere.
Son's is a mess because I haven't organized it first run through and we had been waiting forever for his bookshelf clips which got lost in the packing but are now found and he has some overflow from my room that's crept in. Also, he doesn't have a dresser yet as his old one didn't come on the move.
After losing my house, I am trying to look at this place like a really grand/luxury apartment. It's technically a townhouse, but it is not a house, not when you are used to living on a street in a neighborhood. This place is a complex, and I am in the middle, (not facing a street), and the car is a bit of a walk away and in a parking lot. It's just quite different. INSIDE, however, is much prettier than my house could ever been and bigger. My house was very, very tiny and falling apart. So when I am inside, it feels really nice. But when I try and talk about it and "house" comes out of my mouth, there is a twinge, because it's not a house. Some of my friends have called it an apartment too, so it definitely does not say house. :(
It's just hard.
But there is alot of good on the inside. Room. Space. Beauty. Central Air. All these things are new to me. It really is a step up. Not sure what that says about me. :(
Anyway.....it really is very pretty and spacious. I will post pics when everything is done.
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