Lara: I love my arms because they have always been there for me. When I need to hug people, they are here. When I need to push people away, they are also here. When I need to reach into the bag of Cheetos, my arms provide. These arms were shaped from years of playing tennis and shucking sweet corn. They remind me of my home in Indiana, and the freckles remind me of my trips to Florida. At the end of the day, my arms will always be there to hug me…even if no one else is. ¯_(ツ)_/¯
Kirsten: I may not have the biggest booty, and it might not break the internet anytime soon, but it’s cute and I like it. I don’t have the best coordination, so it’s great to have my butt to cushion my semi-frequent falls; it’s really always been there for me. I think we all have a responsibility to love our bodies, no matter what shape or size, so damn right I love my butt.
Candace: I’ve always had more of an athletic figure my whole life, so I’m on the more muscular side. Although I’m no Chrissy Teigen, I love my legs, not because of their length, but because they’re reminders that I have muscle definition that is hard to get. They’re firm and LUSCIOUS and they remind me of how strong I am. Soccer thighs are the best thighs, even though they can scare the shit out of people…
Allison: I think I was drawn to clothing with different or interesting back cutouts before I really learned to love my back. But after accumulating a bunch of backless stuff, I came to realize that I really love that part of my body. I don’t have very large “gazongas,” so tops with low fronts make me feel kind of frumpy and flat. But backless clothing makes me feel like a POWERFUL WOMAN. Plus, it allows for great ventilation.
Kristin: I think having boobs is a lot like having a dog. Yes, they take a lot of energy, and can drive you crazy, and if they’re not properly restrained, they can jump out at people. But for me, they’re pretty darn cute and a lot of fun. Plus, it’s like the only body part I’ve ever had where I was excited to go up a size.
Sheridan: I’m not an idiot. I know I’m plus-size and I know that many people might not look at my waist and shout, “So jealous!” But here’s the thing: I freaking love it. It may not be the tiniest or covered in those defined ab things, but sometimes I’ll look in the mirror and feel like Jessica Rabbit. The waist is a magical thing, y’all. You can have a belly, you can have “thunder thighs,” and your back can roll over your bra, but the second you define your waist you feel like a million bucks.