How could a very thin woman do all the things that women needed to do: to carry children on their backs, to pound maize into flour out at the lands or the cattle post, to cart around the things of the household-the pots and pans and buckets of water? And how could a thin woman comfort a man? It would be very awkward for a man to share his bed with a person who was all angles and bone, whereas a traditionally built lady would be like an extra pillow on which a man coming home tired from his work might rest his weary head. To do all that you needed a bit of bulk, and thin people simply did not have that.
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The excerpt raises questions about the physical capabilities of a very slender woman in fulfilling traditional roles that are often expected of women, such as carrying children and performing household tasks. It suggests that a thin physique may hinder one's ability to manage the demanding duties of daily life, particularly in a rural or community-oriented setting where strength and endurance are valued. The weight and presence that traditional women possess seem essential for such labor-intensive tasks.

Furthermore, the passage touches on the social dynamics of comfort and intimacy between men and women. It argues that a thinner woman might be seen as unsuitable for providing not only physical support in activities but also emotional comfort. A more traditionally built woman offers a sense of security and softness, akin to a pillow, which could be an important aspect for companionship. Thus, the text examines societal expectations around body types and their implications for gender roles.

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