Hugs

I'm your average American woman. Not a twiggy French lady. I'm a curvy, fluffy, Botticelli-like goddess.

This past Easter, I spent time with some friends who are not your average American woman. They're sisters who are cursed with the opposite of most American women. Can't keep an ounce of fat on their bodies, you know? They're great people, lovely friends. And they give great long hugs. They give those kind of hugs that really make you feel hugged, pulled in and then they hold the hug long enough for at least 30 heartbeats. And because their metabolic rates are so low, those 30 heartbeats are a long time.

But I've always been a squishy kind of person. When they hug me, they're warm hugs, but I can practically reach my arms around back again on myself reaching around their bodies.

Which makes me wonder, not unkindly, what it must be like for them to hug me. Is it weird to be up against all that squishy? Or what is it like for them to hug each other? Because I imagine that's almost like bone on bone.

How's that for completely random?