I just love…

My body. All of it. My huge, soft, heavy belly that hangs down infront of me, covered by cellulite and hundreds of faint but still prominent stretch marks. My ridiculously wide hips that shake when I walk, and jut out at the sides and behind me, so perfect for sinking your fingers into. My flabby, jiggly upper arms which strain the majority of clothing that I wear. My thick, crushing thighs that might even have the circumference of your waist, coupled with my round, handful of a fupa which tries to bulge out of my underwear. Why wouldn’t I love it?