Lately I've been wrestling with something that could either be seen as incredibly body positive and empowering or degrading and slutty so I haven't had a lot to say. However! In lieu of an actual post, here are some beautiful words from my dear dear friend Nervy_Girl. Read the whole thing here!
My body moves and stretches and experiences and enjoys the world. It's soft and ample. It touches (enthusiastically!) and invites touch (insistently!) and revels in touch (decadently!). It's not perfect -- I have pain from time to time, here and there -- but it brings me so much more joy than pain. It is what it ought to be. I want it to be what it is, whatever it wants to be. I don't fear change and age, I don't fear fat or gravity. This body, this fat, soft, joyful, and if I can get away with saying so, beautiful cornucopia of curves is the body I want. All roundness, no straight lines or sharp angles. I'm just plain comfortable. I can't imagine what it would be like to live in one of those bone-pokey, spine-traceable, rib-revealing shapes -- no breasts the size of someone's head, no squishy midsection, no round hips, no built-in seat cushion, no me! My body is a record of everything I've experienced: all the slings and arrows, all the love, the hard work and hard play...everything. I'd no sooner give it up than I would the memories in my head and my heart. Its purpose is not to be ornamental, but to house the rest of me and move me through the world. It's good at that.
I strongly encourage you to go read the whole thing! Tomorrow I have plans to shred the Toronto Star's coverage of their mayoral campaign.