"It’s a sad realisation that it’s hard to talk about what I love about my body, without it being in the context of things I used to struggle with. But my body and me are in a new relationship, one where I am so grateful for its strength, and all the places it has taken me.

I love my legs for carrying me from A to B, for sprinting in my gym classes, for running up the same hill 3 times a week. I love that I can sling a good right hook, I love that I can dance until I’m made to go home, and I love that I can see my mother and her mother in the shape of my bum.

So thank you body, I love you.⁠"