You know how we all play that game where your friend says “I hate my thighs” and you say “well, I hate my nose?” Maybe we need to start playing a new game.

If the comment thread on “accepting different body types doesn’t mean you have to hate on skinny girls” is anything to go by, body positivity seems to have touched a lot of nerves.

Now look, I don’t like sitting in Kumbaya circles drinking herbal tea and talking about how Joni Mitchell makes us feel. Because I’m a femmebot. Don’t got no feelings. I’m not going to sit here and talk about Lucille Clifton’s “Homage To My Hips” or “Heavy Women” by Sylvia Plath or something, because, seriously, not a Kumbaya circle. And I’m afraid this is going to get all sensitive and stuff, but maybe instead hating others we need to think about what we love about ourselves.

We live in a world where we don’t really talk too much about what we like about our bodies. So send us something you like about yourself. An interpretive haiku about your hindquarters. A cartoon about your collarbone. The weirder it is the better. Everyone has pretty eyes, but not everybody has a pretty peg-leg.

Send us your address too, and we’ll try to send you something. Nail polish, probably, we get a lot of that. Though if we run out, it might just be a vodka stained napkin with a dirty limerick on it. I can’t promise anything.

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