I stepped out the hyperbolic time chamber feeling like the baddest bitch there ever was, simply cause I finally accepted who I was. Every inch of every flaw perfectly balanced with every win and reason that made me hot as fuck. No more feeling guilty for being me, now free to lean into the truth of my being. Sexy is a mentality. One of my fave paintings, I know her left arm is two thin but besides that it feels very empowering. I know I’ll never know the pressures of being a woman, especially a plus sized one in this society so I can only imagine how difficult it must be. When I do imagine it and also imagine having the confidence of not giving a damn and embracing myself wholeheartedly my heart swells with pride and inspiration. It inspires me to love all of myself as scary as that may be. I can’t help but feel that there’s something inherently problematic with thinking that a bigger woman loving herself is inspiring. It invokes the thought that my views of beauty contribute to the problem? Perhaps the core thought is that any person capable of loving themself in a healthy, self aware and non narcissistic way is inspiring. May this inspire both you and I to let go of the shames that keep us shackled, chained, and restrained from fully loving ourselves.
Otis Green 
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