Because I haven’t posted selfies in a while and also because I feel like I have to explain my body. A picture’s worth a thousand words, but here are some anyway: body acceptance has been a lifelong struggle because I’ve been conscious of my mass for about as long as I can remember. My nickname in fourth grade was “fatty,” and I’ve gotten worse comments on my size through the years. My body folds and rolls in ways that bodies do. My body doesn’t behave itself the way society tells it to. My body doesn’t know how to be quiet or flat or tucked away. My body is round, curvaceous, fat. I don’t love it, but I don’t hate it, and that’s a pretty amazing place to be after years of self-loathing.