





All these roll, folds, and scars. I've been at war with my body for so many years. Blamed it for everything because I had been taught that my body was wrong. That it made me wrong. I had learnt that a fat body is the worst body I could have and that it could not be worthy of anything but disdain and ridicule. That it was something to change, something to hate, something to fear. Yet here I am, in my soft, worthy, loveable body. Living, loving, thriving, growing. Not despite my fat body but because of it, along with it. So many years wasted battling a misunderstood enemy who was my friend all along. No more. Photos by Stine Schjøtler