My body is my fortress. My body is my home.
She carries my thoughts during the day and cradles my dreams at night.
We swim together, learning each other’s secrets while the ocean whispers hers.
We fight together, endless exhaustion where crying shakes us on the bedroom floor.
We love with such fire, racing to catch up with each other.
Once awkward strangers.
My body is my fortress. My body is my home.
But sometimes she must rest.
Kathryn Pearson
Project Naked 
Very nicely written. It takes a while but it’s well worth it to accept our bodies for who and what they are which is beautiful no matter the shape or size.