The question was raised: Why do fat people say they love their bodies? How can they love their bodies if they let their bodies get into that condition? The unspoken question: How can a fat person love their body if I find it so disgusting?
I love my body, because despite almost three decades of self-loathing heaped upon its shoulders, it has stayed unbowed and unwilling to back down from a challenge.
I love my body, because even though medical science has determined that I'm morbidly obese (morbidly! does that mean I should be dead already?), I can still push myself farther physically through strength and endurance than many people HALF my size.
I love my body, because it allows me to create works of art.
I love my body, because it has allowed me to excellently play and sing great pieces of music, with power and passion.
I love my body, because I have finely toned calves whose strong muscles readily define themselves when I flex.
I love my body, because despite the amount of flesh underneath the skin, I can still flex and feel growing, strong muscles beneath in almost every part of my body.
I love my body, because it allows me to serve others.
I love my body, because it allows me to physically love others.
I love my body, because it often takes the initiative and starts dancing without me.
Why do YOU love your body?