You see, the way fat sits on my body means I have quite a noticeable pot belly. For something so chubby, it’s surprisingly firm and it sticks right out. Not only that, but the way my back arches means my belly always sticks out further than my boobs. Even though I shake my belly at my family and even though I say I love how I look, I never had the guts (yuk yuk) to wear something tight enough to put my stomach firmly on display.
This was my last hurdle to absolute body acceptance. Over the years, I had managed to embrace all the parts of my body I used to hate. I’m now very good friends with my thick thighs, proud arse, soft upper arms and double chin. But for some unknown reason, whenever clothing was stretched across my stomach, I always felt too exposed. Too imperfect. Too fat.
So when I saw a black, zippered, bodycon tunic in Target a couple of months ago, I had to buy it. I didn’t know when I’d be comfortable enough to wear it, but I knew that I had to get over this ridiculous body shame.
And I did.