If only I lived in 1912.
“This could have been you,” laughed Boyfriend this morning, reading the news on his phone, “you’ve got a massive bottom.”
He was reading a story in the Daily Mail about Elsie Scheel, the 24-year-old who in 1912 was officially declared ‘the most nearly perfect physical specimen of womanhood.’
Pear-shaped Elsie, who believed that other girls her age did ‘too much of the wrong sort of things, too many dances and not enough bracing tramps’, measured 35-30-40. She was a little taller and heavier than me, but proportions wise, it didn’t sound too far off. I do have a big bottom.
“I’m going to get the tape measure,” I said.
And what do you know, those are my exact measurements. Good childbearing hips and all that.
Elsie put her good health down to ‘common sense’ and ‘sane living. I have eaten only what I wanted and when I wanted it.’
A fine motto indeed.