"My proportions are different".
Thinking my proportions must be wrong, I added more demi-glace, with no further success.
No, I'm not going Atkins crazy, just shifting my proportions.
With my proportions, including the width of my hips, I cannot possibly have space between my thighs and be at a healthy weight -- and I no longer care.
Here's the thing about tabbouleh salad: Most of the ones I've had invert my preferred proportion of bulgur to parsley.
I'm staring at the city from my balcony, jutting out over my deck and offering me a risky but rewarding dive into my generously proportioned pool.
I'm staring at the city from my balcony, which juts out over my deck and offers me a risky but rewarding dive into my generously proportioned pool.
But when I tried the matching peplum jacket ($2,800), I found the bust line inadequate for my Western proportions (a hint, to me, that the label is focusing on an Asian market).
I was so happy to grow into my new proportions that I didn't take (too much) offense when a flight attendant on American Airlines leaned over me and said, "I'm sure you get this all the time — Seth Rogen".
