body acceptance

If you aren’t Fat and Fab, what are you? If you have a shit day — a really shit day; one where you despise your body — is it tantamount to a chink in your armor?

Mainstream capitalization on male body image issues may be “new” in comparison to the historical obsession with policing women’s bodies, but I would have to say that it’s just as important.

Body neutrality is having hot sex with your partner and never overthinking the way that your ass smacks against their thighs. It’s not being embarrassed that you have fat on your body that is affected both by gravity and inertia, nor necessarily feeling sexier because you have fat on your body that is affected both by gravity and inertia. It’s enjoying that moment of intimacy, being comfortable in your body.

Every once in a while, a brand new "body hate site" (a page dedicated to cruel commentary and bullying of a specific body demographic — often but not always fat bodies) will pop up in all its blazing glory and, well . . . the understandable horror is contagious.

What is this body? I wonder lately as I look in the mirror. Despite the fact that I’ve had this body shape for years now, it feels unfamiliar. I feel like it doesn’t reflect who I really am. But what body would reflect that?

When I got boobs, I also got a body. A body that was (and is) not skinny.

There are more fat women out there than just Tess Holliday