Yes. I love my fat body.
So, my mom brought over the leopard print bodycon skirt I ordered from Forever21 recently and we went off to visit my aunt and grandma. They were out of the size I would normally get, so I got the size smaller… because shit. I love me a tight skirt. So, I tried it on for them and my aunt’s response was, “I don’t have any room to talk, but you definitely got some junk in your trunk.” At one time in my life I would have taken offense to that and felt really insecure. I took it as a compliment because… I actually like my fat body. And I wish she could love her’s too! It bothers me more that she never ever has felt comfortable in her skin at a size 14 to a size 24 because my grandmother drilled it in her head as a teenager that fat girls can only wear black or solid colors. No pattersn. No mini skirts. I find it exciting that at least in my generation… I can accept myself and show off all of this junk. WITH PRIDE. So, all my girls out there, embrace what you have. This is your body. This is who you are. And love it because it is the vessel that holds something even better… you! Your personality! Your essence. It sounds like some hokey Oprah shit, but I felt so much fucking pride.
