Feeling Artsy

There's something that old paintings do to me. Paintings featuring those little baby angels and women with full breasts and curves like Venus. It's not even the art, really. I mean it is, but, mostly, it's their bodies. I feel like they're real. The artist didn't pick up a paintbrush and draw Kate Moss, he drew an average height woman with soft curves and defined crevices in her side as she lays down. With soft eyes and natural blushed cheeks, round faces. When I look at them I think of what my mom would say whenever I'd talk about my stomach "Women don't naturally have flat stomachs. They're supposed to look a little full/ round". I just... Sometimes it gets to me and I end up staring. It's like looking at people without Photoshop and dieting and skipping meals or binging. The normal balance of weight? Maybe? And then I feel weird because: why am I staring at all these paintings of naked women? It makes me feel more than I usually feel when I look at art. I can't describe the feeling exactly, but, it's just more than I usually feel.