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Body Story ~ Colleen Y.
“The story of my body is one that has hidden in the shadows, underneath three-quarter sleeves and shirts with rounded collars and high necks. For years, I attempted to define my body through an obsession with being a smaller size because that was the one way I might pass for “normal.” One way people might find me acceptable or even attractive. One way I could forget for a moment that my body was deformed and burned and has been ever since I can remember.
Body Story ~ Angela B.
“When did the Rupture of my Body Trust happen?
Well, let’s just start with the harsh fact that I was born into a country where White Supremacy set the tone for just about everything, even much in the Black community. A construct that denied my cute little black, fat, body, equality and acceptance right from jump street. So yeah, there’s that.
A Brief History of the Fat Acceptance Movement By Sirius Bonner
This crucial moment in the early days of the fat acceptance movement often garners scant mention in the historical record.
Body Trust & Reproductive Justice
Abortion is a necessary and normal part of reproductive healthcare. Reproductive justice is central to Body Trust. Here’s why.
Be Nourished Becomes Center for Body Trust
It was 17 years ago that co-founders Dana Sturtevant and Hilary Kinavey met, not really knowing each other or much about the work they wanted to do beyond a deep craving for new language and a far more real and healing conversation about bodies, eating disorders, fatness and food.
Body Story ~ Nicole K.
“I was 7 when I learned that something was wrong with my body. I had tried on my new dance costume for the upcoming recital and was so excited to show my mom. As I entered the room, she said something like “Oh, Nicole, your stomach…” I was puzzled. What? What about my stomach? I examined myself in the mirror and noticed an ever so slight curvature beneath the waistband of my hot pink spandex pants. Is that what she was talking about? And there, in that instant, a seed of self-doubt was planted.