At lunch that day I crossed the open expanse of concrete with a few friends and ran across a member of the administration. She looked pointedly down at my neckline and told me that I had "nice cleavage," and to conceal it so that nobody would see it "too soon." Horrified, I pulled my neckline up to my chin and walked around flushed for the rest of the day.
I'm a thin mom who loves to move my body, who loves to eat healthy food and have a glass of wine and some dark chocolate every night, who loves to sit on the front porch with my husband after the kids go to bed, who loves to read, who loves my children---who, frankly, is a person beyond my physical exterior, and I recognize this.
We don't need to marginalize ourselves. We don't have to play down the parts of our personality that want to be seen. We don't have to hide our physique or change how we look. We can embrace all of who we are without comparing ourselves to anyone else. We can be real and we can own it. All of it. Every last badass bit.