I really never understand any amount of shame of one’s own body. Like I understand tons and tons of people feel it but I don’t understand why.

I can’t speak to everyone, but for a lot of women my age, it’s because we grew up being bombarded with images of objectively thin women and being told that they were fat. You couldn’t go to the grocery store without seeing magazines talking about celebrities with cellulite and the tone was always, “can you believe she went out like that?” I remember Jessica Simpson wearing this outfit and being called awful names for how “big” she looked. It’s hard to get past literal decades of that shit.

Okay but if you think your body and heart is strong and capable then why give a fuck what some worm who works a dead end job for a Gossip Magazine might hypothetically think? Like, I don’t deny the culture you described exists, but you’re your own person with full control of your actions. The people, who might shame you, should be seen as weak and foolish for doing so. Laugh at them. Be comfortable in your skin. No one else can be you. You’re the one.

No offense, but that’s some real thanksimcured material. If people could just say they’re not going to care about the opinions of others and have that switch actually flip, society would need like, 50% fewer therapists, but it doesn’t work like that.