When it comes to body acceptance, it seems like there are two ways to feel: you either want to burn yourself in effigy for having the wrong kind of clavicle, or you're out on the corner handing out Up With People juice because you're so comfortable in your radiant form. But what if you're neither of those people, and are, in fact, just fine with whichever version of a body you inhabit? Even kind of whatever about it.
Body acceptance as a movement is something I totally get behind intellectually (don't hate yourself/shame others) but can't always apprehend emotionally, because the supposed end result — love your body no matter what! — feels extraordinarily oversimplified to me and also unrealistic. Bodies change, grow, expand, shrink, reward, betray — and come with a lifetime of feelings. What if you just like it sometimes and not all the time, but generally are OK with it, but wouldn't go so far as to say you're crazy in love with it, but don't exactly hate it either?