So this popped up on my Google Reader today. :\

And a part of me says "fuck that!" but another part says "me too." Because I wonder a lot of the time about what it must be like to have thin privilege and not have my belly flop on my thighs or have a flat stomach or not worry about what people think of me when I eat something unhealthy or if I'd be more flexible if my fat wasn't in the way or how I'd feel if I could fit into a size 2 or even a size 10.

And it's hard to shake that feeling. I want to. I'm curious to know what it's like to live in a body that's not my own, especially one that's full of thin privilege. I hate the fact that wrapping my arms around my girlfriend is hard, or leaning in for a kiss requires a lot more leaning. I love her, I love our sex life, but sometimes I look at the way thin people fit together and yes, I'm jealous.

I thought I had to put that out there just to say it. I'm about being positive about myself, and I forgive myself for not being that way because I'm beautiful, too. But this image was triggering in a bad way.