This is my real body and I love it.
It has stretch marks, tan lines, lumps, bumps, bruises, scars. It’s muscular in some places, soft in some places, and bony in some places. That’s what makes it my body, and that’s why I love it.
This was apparently a slogan made popular by Dove soap (owned by Unilever, a mega-corporation who is clearly in the business of pandering to women.
Here and now I will translate these words for you using WordPress’ ACME translator- which I bet you didn’t know existed.
*Click click buzzzz beep beep beep boop “Spin detected, initiating translator…”
Look at my fucking body, Jesus Christ.
It has disgusting stretch marks, discolored tan lines, weird unnatural protrusions, and ugly scars. I used to be toned and tan, now everything looks flabby and soft. I can feel bones… If I push down through a few layers of spongy and wrinkly cellulite. I can’t control this shit despite my literal diet of hamster food, nor hours of exercise. So I guess I have to fucking live with it. Might as well put on a huge shit-eating grin. Duuuurrr.