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although i love my body and 68% of the time i feel good about my body, i think that if i didn’t have a lot of the characteristics society deems “desirable” i would struggle even more than i already do with “self love” —which is not a radical or surprising or new take. Fat liberationists have already named that so much of the co-opted self love/body positivity movement is just thin, abled people celebrating features that are already structurally rewarded.
but feeling it in real time, recognizing in real time that the parts of my body i like most are likely bc of their perceived desirability, makes me feel ill. i feel alienated from my body. like whatever little pride, respect, love i have for myself is just a thin veneer over a ton of loathing.
especially because i concretely don’t have a face that would be described as conventionally attractive (severe acne, bags under my eyes, fucked up teeth) and the reception to my face versus my body is drastically different.
it all makes me want to hide. but not from life. i want to continue to participate in life and the things that make me feel alive. like dancing and skate boarding swimming and surf boarding, but completely correr head to toe.












