"I’ve been part of groups of voluptuous Lycra-clad women invading the beaches with our not-sorry fattery," the author writes.
"Stepping out and doing what you believe in is scary, especially when you know your ideas are not welcomed by the majority."
Eventually, I stopped seeing naked people and just saw people.
“It’s hard to believe someone like you actually exercises.”
I am forever wondering what's happening in the minds of the people around me. I also admit I am so guilty of the jealousy that comes from not being the skinny one in the room. It's not that I want to be YOU... it's just there's so many things I think you don't have to worry about.
I started writing about my body. My inbox filled with the hate of a thousand misogynistic men -- and at least a few dozen women who seemed less angry with my writing itself, more angry that they were fighting to attain a size that was supposed to make them happy, but didn't.
Do you know what happens when you make grand plans to take part in a boudoir photo shoot and share your photos with the world?
Brands have, in recent years, begun to perpetuate the notion that the products they sell can help us love our bodies and, by a false equivalence, ourselves. Women shouldn't need makeup or lingerie to feel sexy. More importantly, they shouldn't need to feel sexy in the first place.
Laugh through the pain.