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For example - my clumsy moments have been cutting myself on a knife I wasn’t even using and impaling my thigh on a fork.

Tagging a few people to spread the word but anyone can reply - there is a reason for this you’ll hopefully be seeing very soon!

Once, I was running up the stairs from the basement. One of my toes got caught in the cuff on the jeans leg opposite it, and I fell up the stairs. I put my arms up to cushion the blow, and I had long purple bruises on them for over a week.

Another time, I was getting out of a swimming pool. I used to jump up, brace my arms on the floor outside the pool, and twist so that my legs would follow the rest of me out. But one day, one of my hands slipped. I fell, landing in the Superman-flying position (one arm outstretched above my head). And while I was lucky enough to not have actually dislocated the arm, I fucked up my rotator cuff. It still gives me grief once in a while, nearly a quarter century after the original injury.

I picked up the lid from a can of soup that I’d opened moments before and somehow ended up with a deep cut on my index finger. I still have a scar, and it’s been over twenty years.

I once gave myself a minor concussion by (I kid you not) slipping on someone else’s banana peel and hitting my head on a chair on the way down.

But real bodies are so goddamn sexy.

Real. Not photoshopped. Women who have lived life. Not artificially kept to a certain physical condition or appearance.

Ladies, do not look in the mirror and judge yourself harshly. The media is so full of crap.

Stretch marks, curves, scars that show you have lived. That tummy that is fun to kiss.

Slender or plus-sized, A-cup or EE or cancer survivor who had to sacrifice one or both breasts to survive. Muscular limbs or slender, it matters not.