I used to look at women and envy their beautiful, their sexiness, their smooth skin. I would ask myself if I would ever be any of it. I got sick that way, you know? I did things like hate myself and pretend to be someone else. I was so worried about men wanting me I forgot to want myself. I decided that I’m tired of waiting for this body to turn into anything else. I am a fat woman who enjoys her sexuality. Who calls herself beautiful. Who wants all women to do what they thought was impossible for themselves: want themselves. So here, take my belly, my big arms, my rough skin. It’s perfect isn’t it?
1. How to love myself (again and also at all)
2. That my worth is greater than what the people who would dispose of me, and even the people who love and cherish me, could fathom (and that’s okay)
3. That I am beautiful (without exception and with my flaws)
4. That I’m an alien (too weird, too astronomical for this world.)
Ok maybe that last one is a joke (I don’t want to blow a guest spot on the new x-files but…). However, I look damn good (in these photos and maybe some of all of the time) and please acknowledge that.