Only in being brutally honest and facing our worst fears, can we reclaim our own true beauty.
“You need to eat more potatoes,” relatives would tease. “You’re going to be blown away in the wind.”
Why the harm goes beyond this one poster and why, beneath all the noise and frenzy, we should listen to what the protestors are trying to say.
Can we please expand our conversations to talk about qualities beyond just what we look like? This is what these women are doing.
When we go to either of these extremes — shunning our bodies as health machines or exerting them in full as such — we are avoiding who we really are.
My body’s a lot fleshier now, a little dimpled and wobbly in places. In exchange for all she’s done for me this is nothing to be sad for.
There was a point I decided I would just embrace the flat-chestedness.
I’ll eat whatever the damn hell I want and dress however I feel like. Even if it makes me look like a lemon. Heck, maybe because it makes me look like a lemon. Thank you.