Like Martin Luther King, I have a dream.
My dream is …
Of females enjoying the distinctively lovely bodies they were born with.
Of nobody squandering another minute of their brief, valuable life attempting to diet plan into some slim, difficult suitable.
Of females in lovely, curved, womanly bodies totally ripe and beautifully populated.
Of ladies doing great worldwide and enjoying their households rather of consuming about food and what size they use.
Of a world that no longer shames the naturally curved female body.
Of bigotry towards body sizes fading away and ending up being as inappropriate as bigotry towards skin color or race.
Of kids being accepting of differing body sizes rather of discovering to tease each other.
Of individuals taking pleasure in food and caring life rather of denying themselves and being unpleasant in the name of appeal.
Of films that cast starlets who appear like ladies rather of emaciated skeletons.
Of a world abundant with love and approval instead of among souls starved by hatred and rejection.
To be sincere, it feels uncomfortable to use a fantastic male’s signature line to a various cause. And yet, I believe Reverend King would comprehend. I believe he would concur that bigotry and hatred of any kind is inappropriate.
I believe he would support females living abundant lives rather of starving themselves and being unpleasant due to severe cultural bias. I believe he would concur that an individual can no more alter their hereditary body shapes and size than they can alter the color of their skin. Which neither shape, nor color, have anything to do with the quality of the individual.
I believe he would concur that bigotry and hatred of any kind is undesirable.
I believe he would support females living abundant lives rather of starving themselves and being unpleasant due to severe cultural bias. I believe he would concur that an individual can no more alter their hereditary body size and shape than they can alter the color of their skin.