I had a dream last night that the very fat, the moderately fat, the slightly fat, the average-sized, the thin, and the very thin were intermingling without thought to body weight. Some of the very fat were the lovers of the average-sized, and the very thin with the moderately fat, and so on and so forth. And they were all, ultimately, friends.
When I walked through the crowd of All Sizes, I didn’t wonder at the size of any one, it was merely a part of how their body was described, like their hair color, or height, and had no connection to their worth as a person.
To walk amongst those of All Sizes and have no thought to what others might perceive as the moral value in being any one of those particular sizes, was a kind of freedom I’ve never known.
I’d like to get back to that feeling. I’d like to feel it permanently. I would like for you to feel it permanently.
I had a fat dream last night. A dream where people, of All Sizes, were the sum of what counted: their experiences, their character, their own dreams…
…and not a timeline of numbers on the scale.