Being fat and loving your body is weird.
Sometimes I feel like a singular child on the play ground with wolves, i worry that i won’t find another that could play with my toys gently.
i wonder if someone would like to trail there hand down my back and rest it on the arches of my hips, i wonder if I'll find someone that will find that hidden thermochromism under my skin as I'm warm to the touch, and like ph lipstick i would love to change colors on the lips of any girl or boy.
I wonder if you'll see the beauty that isnt just the curls of my hair, the softness of my skin, and that you could apperciate the curves even when they are in hideous akward jeans and khakis.
could you? could you really?