I put my body on the front lines of public opinion every day. Some people are horrified by my lack of shame at my own skin, as if they aren’t naked under their clothes. Some folks tell me my body is disgusting, as if hating yourself somehow makes you more worthy of love. Some folks cry to me that they wish they could enjoy their bodies like they see me do on stage. Some fetishize me and my curves, trying to carve out a piece of flesh for their own. Simply by being visible and unashamed, I get visceral, molten reaction that span the spectrum from awe to disdain.
And let’s be honest, my body is the diet coke of different. I am white. I am fat in a conventionally curvy way. I’m able bodied. I’m cis, and I’m femme. To still get such strong reactions lets me know I’m doing something that matters, coming up hard against internalized self loathing and indoctrinated ideas of what bodies are worth. It’s powerful to stand in the face of public opinion and not be cowed. I dare you to make yourself seen today, and to take any opinions (good or ill) as a symbol of just how powerful you are.