I’m always surrounded by a layer of soft, cushy flesh. I’m soft on soft on soft on soft. My arms are pillows. My thighs are pillows. My belly is a pillow. My body is a human and I love and value it, I love and value myself. It makes people so uncomfortable that I can find it in myself to love this soft, fleshy, comfy body. I am built to cuddle. You try and deny me love, but I am built to love. All bodies are beautiful in that all bodies have unique things to offer, and what my body has to offer is comfort. And softness, flesh that aligns perfectly against your face as you doze off in my embrace. My heavyness asserts my existence in that moment of reality. My fat body is glorious.