I don’t need to lose 10 pounds.
I don’t need to lose 10 pounds. This statement is both foreign and freeing, as I have felt 10 pounds away from satisfaction since puberty. This is true for me despite consistently wearing a size 6. My size is socially acceptable but not ideal. It is a privilege that somehow felt short of “good enough.” Western beauty ideals condition us to worship the tall, thin, large breasted woman, with her tiny waist, curved hips, and thigh-gap. How ironic it is to carve space between one