She wanted to know: was there a woman in the world who didn’t think some part of her body was expanding at the same rate as the universe ? And not in a way that was scientifically fascinating or gracefully beautiful.
She had overanalyzed all the intellectual yahoos who had written on the topic of body image and gender bias and oppression and all such manner of things until she thought her mind would break from the absurd surrealism of the mix…and she knew that she was pretty enough. Yet these ideas still crept into her wet brain and grew moldy with false truth. So, even when she knew she was more than the sum area of her haunches, sometimes all she could see of herself was the broad, meaty part of her thighs leading to her sagging buttocks.