I go deeper every day. Last weekend during my aunt’s wedding, my middle nugget (youngest niece) was sitting on my lap and exploring everything within reach. This generally means being obsessed with my jewelry and eye-wear, but a couple times her attention found focus on my biceps. I was wearing a short-sleeved dress. She was gently poking and prodding and eventually whispered, “I like your fat, Aunt Karen.” She was totally honest and neutral about it — a surprising but genuine sentiment. And for the first time I can remember, my first thought was not one of disgust or shame but agreement. I am exploring how to be secure in the truth that there is no wrong way to have a body. And that even though I want to support and facilitate change in my body, it does not make the body I have now wrong or bad.