People talk about what "types" they find attractive and I am a bit baffled. I find nothing in my responses to people that fit that idea at all.
I have been a loyal husband for decades so this is a somewhat theoretical question, but going back in my mind to the days before I dedicated myself to my wife, I remember that each woman I met and entered any kind of relationship with had unique qualities of being of which the physical was a small part.
I found that I was attracted to women of all races, heights, and weights and that the thing that was most attractive to me was not any aspect of body or appearance but a quality of presence and personality, an outward sign of mind and spirit.
The excitement of connecting, of sharing a delight in the sensory experience of the world, or the beauty of a soaring idea and the silliness of humor, wit and an appreciation of the absurd all turned out to be more important in actual encounters with women than any imagined ideal of beauty or detail of appearance.
I can still recall simple delights shared with lovely women, some heavy, some thin: a walk in the woods sharing an appreciation of the beauty and complexity of nature, an evening of stargazing sharing a sense of wonder at the progression of cosmic forces that led to the spectacle above us, an afternoon listening to records together and enjoying the expression of the artists, or in a more intimate mode, the delightful exploration of the surfaces and textures of each other's body.
These are the things that matter. Abstract ideas about some particular standard are worthless in the face of a real person with whom you are relating.
I can recall guys having discussions about what they liked best about women, and I really didn't get it. Yes: all the body parts are lovely, but so what? Are you going to pretend you don't like the woman who is full of joy and vital energy and brings you out of yourself because she is flat-chested or ignore the delightful evening of dancing to reggae under a starry sky because she is "too fat?" The idea is ridiculous.
Life is not about imaginary standards but actual being.