She was in the middle thirties, and faintly stout, but she
carried her surplus flesh sensuously as some women can. Her face, above a
spotted dress of dark blue crepe-de-chine, contained no facet or gleam of
beauty, but there was an immediately perceptible vitality about her as if the
nerves of her body were continually smouldering.
- The Great Gatsby
I've decided that I want to be someone who carries my surplus flesh sensuously. I'm going to work on that.