neglect our own flesh or—worse—who treat our bodies with shame and scorn. I came late to the understanding that God loved all of me—not just my spirit but also my flesh. Like many young people raised in the fifties, I grew up with a lot of questions and unearned shame about my ripening body, which was not ripening in a way that matched any of the movie posters or Playboy magazines by which female beauty was measured in those days. Barbie dolls did not help.
