I can’t wait for the day when “skinny” is no more virtuous than “fat”; when moral terms no longer apply to food; when the act of eating is set free from all tyranny.
I can’t wait for the time when we praise people for who they are—for their loving hearts, their creative minds, and their honorable character.
I can’t wait for moment when we treat others with grace, compassion, and tenderness.
I can’t wait until we eliminate fat prejudice, body hatred, and self-condemnation.
I can’t wait until we get fed up with what we’ve been fed; when we fervently and passionately reject the lies about our worth; when we demand that the truth be told:
I can’t wait until the fat lady sings…