It’s been a while since I’ve written. This is probably the longest this blog has heard crickets since it started. I’d love to tell you that I’ve been distracted or busy or that there’s any other reason for allowing silence to live in this space.
The truth is that I’ve been nervous.
This is a topic that I knew I wanted to touch on during this series, but, I wasn’t quite ready to take the risk of putting it all out there. That’s not traditionally the way that I operate and I’m not ready to start living in fear now. So, here we go.
As a thick-bodied person you are always told to cover yourself up. Maybe it’s not directly and maybe it is. But, it’s in the way you hear people talk about others and what they’re wearing, it’s in the “Who wore it best” columns and the whispered critiques of a stranger saying, “that shirt is just not flattering on her.” I decided long ago that I would choose how much of my body to show and what to wear based off of my own desires and nothing else.
I guess part of that is an act of rebellion. A belief that the more you look at my unclothed body the more normal it will be to see women with dimpled thighs and stomachs that aren’t flat. The more you will look at your own stomach changing shape and think that it’s just not that big of a deal.
Dare to feel attractive.
Walk around looking people in the eye while you feel the air on your skin.
Forget the rules: wear stripes, wear color and for goodness sake just buy the shorts.
Let me be the first to say that I want to see you.
Don’t make yourself smaller for me.
Make yourself healthier.
I want you to thrive.
Society needs people who are vibrantly living beautifully large lives.