Every part of me is fat. I have come to find that acceptable body part by part over a span of years. What I notice is that it seems easier to come to terms with fatness if there's some part of you that is petit, even average. Well I'm here to say that even if every part of you is fat and you can't find a necklace or a ring to fit you in the entire store to save your life.. you can still love your body. My most recent success is learning to love my wrist folds. So gone are the days when I'd envy other fat girls who had slender calves, tiny fingers, feet that weren't wide or an elegant neck that somehow didn't lead to a double chin.
I am fortunate that I have readers who are at all different stages of self-acceptance, because without the contrast no one would know how far they'd come. Please share your coordinates with me, what you see in the distance and what you've put in your past. And if you're at a loss, or at the very beginning.. I need you to expand your sight to what's sitting right in front of you, waiting to work if you would just let it.
My first step was the self-portrait. I used my camera's timer to get a realistic look at what I am made up of. I hated it, and me, but I knew that some day there would be value in it.. I just didn't expect it to be priceless.
Please try it, even if you delete it or keep it secret.