In Western culture we spend so much time vilifying fat.

Have you ever moved your judgement out of the way long enough to really feel the fat on your body or someone you love?

If we stopped hating fat so much and started getting curious about the sensations we feel under our hands we could begin a different relationship with the fat on our bodies.

We might begin to notice that fat creates incredibly beautiful curves that are truly delicious to run your hands over, that touching fat is profoundly soft and that fat has a tenderness that you can’t find anywhere else.

What would happen if we experimented with noticing how fat feels under our fingertips in the absence of judgement.

What might you feel under your hands?

Is it possible that fat could be delightful to feel?