A manifesto for muffin tops, mountain tops, and taking up space
In this age of Ozempic and heroin chic that has unfortunately come back around, I have found a renewed sense of empowerment in my body. The one that hauls me over 5000ft of incline, the one that pushes me against a current thirty meters under the ocean, the one that keeps me afloat on my surfboard paddling against the white wash. My curves that remind me of Greek statues, Rubenesque angels and the women that came before me that pushed out babies in shtetl’s, that survived famine and oppression.
https://mayafmandell.substack.com/p/maybe-being-chubby-is-chic-the-politics