It’s not something I actively think about. His build. Mine. Our differences.
Oh, I can describe him. And I do. Often. In terms that make corporeal sense.
Lean.
Sinewy.
Lanky.
Slim.
Not small, particularly. But never “big” ~ not to describe him; those words belong to me.
I am the sizable one.
Muscular.
Thick.
Strong.
I am weight and heft and strength and largeness. “Tall” (for a girl) and “athletic” and “built like a linebacker” are all words I have long associated with my physical form; vocabulary learned in childhood, I’ve carried those conditioned descriptors throughout my entire life. ‘Delicate’ and ‘dainty’ are not words with which I identify.
But once in a while, the opportunity arises to step back from my ingrained perceptions and change the lens through which I view my perspective.
This week it was his hands.
Seeing (and feeling – ohmyGOD did I feel**, and in the most delightful ways) the differences between us in a new way, brought home a new truth: Yes, I am a big girl. But sometimes, in some ways… Next to him, I am downright diminutive.
**sexy post forthcoming
Take a look at our hands.
Look at his hands.
Look at them.
Broader.
Longer.
Wider.
Larger than mine.
And yet…
My hands, when holding any part of him, have unimaginable power.
With great power comes great responsibility.
And today, reminded of that truth…
With loosely entwined fingers, I keep a tight reign on both.
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge: Diminutive
And hairier! Lol! Nice lead up – I look forward to your “sexy” post, but I found this fascinating! Thanks for sharing this and the pics…
Indie xx
Heh. Well, the ‘hairier’ thing might be debatable. I’m quite a fuzzy bunny. 😉
Sweet and lovely write.
😊
This is so beautiful. I can just see the love in your words, the love in the images. Such a stunning post!
Rebel xox
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I have a friend, tall, powerfully built and very beautiful. She’s had relationships with men of all sizes, and says she does not mind at all being with men who are shorter and less a physical presence. But she once dated a man who has very tall and very strong. She swooned about being held in the arms of a man able to easily lift her, who could physically make her feel petite, dainty.
Beautiful response to the challenge. Thank you!
There is something peculiarly powerful about feeling dainty when it’s outside one’s “known” norm. 🙂
<smile> Menwhile, for a man, there’s something particularly diminishing in that experience. 😉