Loving a fat person isn’t impossible. The trick is to build a culture that allows us — all of us — to believe fat love when we see it.
How I look isn’t at the forefront of my mind anymore. I no longer shop for the body I’ll never have. I’m fat, and I’m finally being kind to myself.
The hypocrisy of speaking about someone’s body for being too thin needs to stop.
We have to rethink the knee-jerk perception that fitness is equal to thinness. You can be in shape without being svelte.
My literal blood and sweat hasn’t led to the change I crave, and it’s time to say it: I want a tummy tuck.
I still feel the pressure to continually look younger and fitter, and these posts in my news feed aren’t doing me any favors.