chubby cheeks - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
My mom isn't one of those sticky yoga moms. She's larger than life, personality oozing out of every pore, a good word for everyone. She has these cheeks that dimple when she smiles, I suppose you could call them chubby. Sometimes she looks at one of those OCD-never-gained-a-pound moms and she thinks she ought to be like that. But I just tell her we love her the way she is. If all she thought about was calories and exercise she'd become someone else, she'd get all self obsessed and turn inwards. I don't want her to become someone else, I want her, chubs and all.
Smooth and spongy as a ripe nectarine, the cherubic infant's roseate cheeks glowed softly, by the effulgent light of a mid-winter bonfire.
The medications had taken their toll, Sarah's once elfin face was now wider at the chin than the hairline. Her cheeks, instead of being defined by cheekbones, were flaccid white pouches.
Her cheeks were like the rice crackers in the brown paper bag, pale and convex. Her dimples punctuated the chub rendering her more cute than she'd otherwise be.
Above the tweed collar were wind-reddened chubby cheeks, sitting either side of his mouth like over-worn saddle bags. Looking higher up Jacob met his eyes, blue but far from welcoming. Rather than being the glittering colour of a lake, they were simply cold.
Matilda had the prettiest hair, tight curls of gold, all moving freely over her cheeks that had stayed stubbornly chubby since childhood. The rest of her was slim, an hour-glass even – but those cheeks – cutest thing Tom had ever seen and it was the one thing she hated about her appearance.
Mark had gotten so chubby. The only bones still visible on his skull was his forehead and nose, the rest all hid under his cheeks that blended right into his neck.