Every time I turn around, I see a new article proving that more people are fat. Especially children. We got it already, I think. Find a new topic. But no. Advice blankets us from all directions. Trim that tummy. Drop 10 pounds. How to get your kids to eat healthier.

After a trip to Ukraine, four years ago, I’ll never look at my generous figure the same way again. Not after seeing so many terribly skinny kids. I’ve learned, by trial and error, to like my body. I still lust after certain tiny little dresses. I still envy girls who look like supermodels (most of whom can’t lift half of what I can.) But I have a good body for hugs. For having children. And I’m healthy, capable of vigorous physical activity. I’d be healthier if I lost 20 pounds. But I’m tired of a society that focuses so much on how we look and how much we weigh.

Yes, try to exercise and cut back on that unhealthy food. But even more importantly, be happy with who you are.

Lynnwood