The Return To Innocence

Goodbye, Frank Frazetta.
Naamah Darling says it well. http://naamah-darling.livejournal.com/443200.html
I've known Frazetta's works since before I could talk. He was a legend. My parents, being artists, kept so many Frazetta art books in the house. My mother's female figure drawings were very similar to those of Frazetta. I grew up thinking that curvy round bellies and strong round thighs and heavy round hips were how all women were supposed to look. But of course I quickly realized that all women came in all shapes and sizes, and I was no exception, weighing ninety-five pounds at four-foot-eleven for my entire teen and young adult years. Frank Frazetta's works showed WOMAN in such a way that... oh, it is hard to find words. Beautiful and intense and muscled and soft and sweet and strong. The woman with the sabretooth tigers, remember her? Most everyone does. The hourglass and pear figures and intense curves that screamed POWER. I spent hours staring at them. Yes, I still stare at women's backsides if they remind me of the buttocks of a Frazetta female.
Confession time. It was the work of Frank Frazetta that made me realize that gaining healthy weight after anorexia was a beautiful and strong thing.
I'll miss him. He helped change my life. His art made me understand that I didn't need to force myself to be unhealthy to be slender. I had a Capello body. I had an hourglass figure, a Frazetta figure, a figure full of angles and curves and shapes that were uniquely Joanna, and it was ME and nobody else. I could be skinny or fat or everything in between and it would all be beautiful.
Thank you, Frank Frazetta.

(Edited to add: You know the painting Cat Girl II? Yeah, that's kind of what I look like now, just not as muscular or buxom. It's my favorite Frazetta painting, too. When I feel disgusted with my body, I stare at that painting and repeat, "Beautiful, shapely, soft and strong" until I get it.)