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Belly. (sunday scribblings) Post 26

Thought I would do a Sunday Scribblings post for today and the prompt at Sunday scribblings is 'Belly'.

The word belly conjures up  mainly three  images in my mind..
Pot-belly, Belly-laugh and Belly-dancing

Of all of the above, the one I like most is of course a belly-laugh. A deep, rumbling belly laugh that spreads all over your body till you are shaking helplessly in laughter. Sometimes you laugh so much that your belly hurts. I laugh a lot and I laugh often. I feel blessed to be able to do that. I can laugh at any damn thing, including myself. (okay--most of the time) :) People who know me well, sometimes call me up, just because they know I will make them laugh.

And the one I  dislike most from all the above is a pot-belly.

And the way most Indians are, I would not be surprised if the pot-belly is a secret turn-on, for most of our people. The closet sex-symbol :) (How else do you  explain the burgeoning, ever-growing population in our country? You have a pot-belly? By Ganesha Jove, I find you sexy.. Come to bed :) )

As regards Belly-dancing, I first witnessed it in Egypt and I was mesmerized
If you have never heard of it, or never seen it, do watch this video.








I think it takes tremendous talent to do this.

 Now if only I could say honestly what Amanda Seyfried said (famously)
"I have belly-fat like evrybody else, and I don't want to be airbrushed on the cover of a magazine."

And till i can do that, I shall work towards this
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Comments

  1. Belly is a matter for which are most of the problems.

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  2. :-)
    <3

    Cheers,
    Prabhu....

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  3. Love Belly Dancing

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