"Interesting post. I've been wondering recently about how I feel about this, and I've decided that I like the term 'acceptance.' After reading your post, I think this is because I do have that emotional connection to that word. Now I celebrate my body, celebrate and embrace fatness, but there was a very long time, a very dark time, when I didn't: when I loathed my body, when I loathed the bodies of others. I had totally internalized all those negative cultural messages about how thin is in etc, and I was a slave to the magazines that implored me to 'love my body' while also showing me what I was supposed to look like (a waif, impossible on my frame) and how to diet to look like I was 'supposed to' according to mags etc. ad nauseum. I thought that loving my body, celebrating my body, was something I could only do when I finally made my body conform - I wasn't going to flaunt it until I got it. While it felt impossible to love my body, it was something I wanted very much. When I heard about size acceptance, I felt in a way, it would be easy to do ,but that I didn't want it. At the time, initially, I thought it was about giving up on having a perfect body (of course it was about giving up - giving up the fantasy of being thin) but the more I learned about accepting my body and how much happiness it could bring me, the more I felt able to do it. I couldn't go from hating to loving my body, my fat, and other people's fat bodies - I had to go from hate to love THROUGH acceptance. Acceptance was/is a gateway and a building block for me. There was no way I could celebrate my body without making peace with it, and I don't think I could have found my way into loving my body if not for the phrasing 'fat acceptance'. It stood out for me amid the contradictory messages of 'love your body/drop 10lbs in a week.'"