my two grandmothers were my two favourite people in the world when I was younger. I lost both of them by the time I was a young teen but my best memories are rushing to get a big soft, warm, powder scented crushing hug, from either my grandma or my nana. They would have both been considered obese in todays standard, but to my young mind, they were my soft, warm safe haven from a stressful day. The warmth and comfort I got in a literal way from those squishy loving arms and generous curvy frames still can bring a tear to my eyes, I miss them so much. Somehow I don't think I would feel the same way if my grandmothers had been tight compact muscular women. I would have loved them the same, but the comfort of being in their arms would have been missing I think. So, in an odd sort of way, I am grateful my grandma's were of the soft, comfy sort.