My relationship with my body varies daily. There’s what I begrudgingly accept, what I thank God for blessing me with, and what I wish enough glaring could make go away. But I can’t pick and choose which parts of myself are worthy and which aren’t, not the way other people feel like they can when they comment on my body. And why should I? Why should I be expected to carry the weight of other people’s disdain for the body I live in?
