The function of shapely flesh is to distract, to keep attention tethered, to not see what may really be going on.
The secret, unspoken (unspeakable) and true dimensions of your life. Yet still you can sense the roundness and speroidality. (footnote here to Bachelard and Sloterdyck).
Lines must be drawn by why draw them so narrowly? Why is more of you (so much more of you) outside the lines than within?
We could call this the secret anatomy