I was wrong to not prioritize this book the way I would’ve years ago when every new fat/body-positive book became my New Favorite. I got kind of bored with how similar the POV always is (white/middle-class/so quirky your teeth ache). HOWEVER, Jes Baker is a ass-kicking cyclone of fresh air coming to fuck up our collective shit. She somehow manages to school the reader in this simple, fascinating way on how-the-fuck our culture got to this awful place and time in regards to allllllll bodies. Especially, the bodies of fat women and girls. She’s hysterical, brilliant, prolific and one of the most important voices of our time. EVERYONE should read this book, regardless of body type. Māj fangirl status.
Quote: Our bodies are installation art that we curate publicly. Our bodies are the first message those around us receive. Our bodies are our physical bookmarks that hold space for us in the world. Our bodies are magnificent houses for everything else that we are. Our bodies are a part of us, just as our kindness, talents, and passion are a part of us. Yes, we are so much more than our outer shells, but our outer shells are an integral part of our being, too.
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