I no longer wish to vanquish the fat from my body.

I no longer wish to vanquish the fat from my body. 

Because that fat is me. And that fat is laced with memories of my life.

A glass of wine with my very best friend.

An appetizer shared between family members as we celebrate a birthday or just the joy of being together. 

An ice cream sandwich with my partner after a weed gummy hits on movie night. 

A sandwich enjoyed for lunch.

A dessert made by my mother.

A dessert made by my grandmother.

A whisky and ginger ale to toast to my beloved grandfather. 

This fat belongs to me. To my most intimate moments and memories and all the joy of my life. 

A shared drink and snack at book club. Fried oysters on vacation to New Orleans. Dressing on a salad at a work lunch. 

But it is also destined to me by my genetic design. My design to carry fat. To have curvy hips. My bodily design to bear children. 

My body, as designed genetically by all the strong courageous and amazing women that came before me. 

So, I no longer wish to vanquish the fat from my body, because that fat is me. That fat is my joy and my birthright and my unique privilege. 

And I feel so grateful to have it.