Size, Shape, Spanking.

This is an interruption to my recent narrative, because this post is important. It's been stewing in my mind for a couple of weeks, and I've decided that I'm going to post it.

I get lots of questions in the inbox on my tumblr page, and I try to answer all of them. I like to have an open line of communication. I try to respond to Fetlife messages and emails, as well, but contacting me with something small over tumblr is pretty effective. A couple of weeks ago, I got the following question in my tumblr inbox:


"You have a large, chubby, big bottom. Do you think you 

can take a hard spanking because it has so much padding? 

Do you like your bottom?" 



My natural reaction to a message like this is to feel badly about myself. Oh. I'm big. Thanks for reminding me. In fact, there have been times when these sorts of messages or photo comments or emails really tore me up. They pushed me over an edge of self doubt and lack of confidence. They reminded me of the thing that I feared: that I was fat. That I was the biggest girl making spanking videos. That I was really not all that pretty. That I largely got by as a model on my personality and, as the note mentioned, my ability to take a beating. That I'm not a tiny little thing, that I don't fit over a lap as easily as the more petite girls and all my other fears and doubts relating to my height.

The truth is, I've spent a lot of my life feeling extremely insecure. I wrote a long post about my feelings towards my vertical size just about a year ago and it was one of the most vulnerable and personal things that I've ever written on this blog. I've never really mentioned my insecurities about my figure too openly, but I think a lot of people know that they're there. I'm in a very body centric profession with a shape that's different than many people in said profession, or even in the visible media. I put myself in a position where people discuss me in a public forum and where other bloggers think it's a compliment to describe a girl as "pretty despite her size" when in reality, she's about a size 8 and tremendously beautiful. It's not hard to figure out how all that might make me feel.

A few months ago, my insecurities were peaking. I just flat out didn't like myself physically. I was losing weight, but I was never satisfied. I didn't like my shape. I didn't like my height. I didn't like my curves. I didn't like bottom. Because modeling is my job, I pressed through working, but I didn't expect to like any of the things that I saw. I was negatively comparing myself against some of my friends who are just built differently than me, and I was making myself feel awful about it.

There's nothing wrong with me. 

Eventually, I got to the point where I was honest with my friends about these feelings, and basically everyone I talked to was tremendously supportive. I was struggling with a general sense of depression to some degree for a while, especially over the winter, and that was adding to the way that I was seeing myself. I'm not going to name the people who talked to me about my body and my self image, because our conversations were extremely personal and intimate, but I'm eternally grateful for them. Their combined efforts helped me to realize that I was viewing myself through a dysmorphic lens and that I'm really actually quite pretty.

This is a feeling that's been blooming and growing recently. I've gone into whatever the opposite of a depression is. Happiness. I like my life. I like the way that things are for me. I like what I do. I like the people I do those things with. I like myself.
And I mean that.
I feel drastically differently about myself than I used to.
I don't feel ashamed about myself. About anything. I don't feel ashamed of my sexuality, or of the things that I want, or of my history, or of the things I don't know and can't do well, or the times when I'm just not a real adult, or of my emotions. I don't feel too tall. I don't feel too fat. I like my shape. I like the way I look and feel draped over a lap. I like my long, curvy legs.

I feel like I look tall in this photo, and that's okay with me.

I want to stress that no one ever made me feel the way I did before. In fact, I had tremendous emotional support to try and help me be my best. I just... did.
Now, I don't.

So, I'm going to answer my Tumblr question.

I don't really have that big of a bottom. It certainly doesn't need three adjectives to describe it that way. I have a round, perky, spankable bottom. I like it. A lot of people like it. It's my favorite part of my body. I like the way it looks. I like the way it bounces when I'm spanked. I like how it looks when I'm bent over, or over a lap. I like the way it fills out panties.

Chubby isn't the word I think about myself when I see this.

I like the way it looks when I walk around. I like how it looks in a short skirt. I like how it looks in jeans. I wouldn't change it. I mean that. It's mine (well, and someone else's, too, and that just makes it even better!) and I'm proud of it.

I don't think that I can take a harder spanking because of the way that I'm built, but I wouldn't entirely discount the idea. Honestly, I think that I can take a hard spanking because that's what I've always wanted, and because Malignus taught me a lot of wonderful things about both active and passive submission over the years. I know that I'm less at risk at having my bones struck because of the way that I'm built, and I'm grateful for that because I do like being hit hard (in the right situation).

I'm not less spankable because of my shape. I can still feel comfortably emotionally small, vulnerable, physically supported... everything that I want to feel. I'm not just saying this. It's a real change.

I hope that this answers the OP's question. ♥