a good fat love
I’m reminded looking at this picture of one of the first times Chris and I were naked together and he told me “you have such a beautiful back.” I raised my eyebrow like “are you ferreal” and he said “it’s so strong.”
It’s weird when you’ve spent years of your life hating on a body part so much that you forget that people could possibly see beauty in it. Like even though I’m a fat activist and a proponent of body acceptance and self-love, coming to terms with some parts of my body was just that: coming to terms with them, acknowledging they exist and working on not hating them outright.
I like this picture because I can kind of see what he was talking about.