I fool not only others but myself too when I arrange my clothing in the most visually appealing manner possible. I fool not only others but myself when I only look at myself in certain poses, in certain kinds of light designed to offer the fat phobia oppressed one in me enough peace of mind to allow her to leave the house with her head held high.
I explained to my partner, Papi, that where my fat, proportions and dimensions are concerned I’m trying to not be body dysmorphic…
An uphill battle all the way…
Our society is seriously confused about what constitutes the body of a full grown woman. There’s a disconnect between what’s real, acceptable, biologically supportable, beautiful and what’s been forced on us.
This is even more so for wimmin who have been pregnant, who have watched as skin stretched taut over expanding gestating uterus, who have pushed knowing that nothing but a fatty skin sack would remain…for many…for most.
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