Miss Piggy was not my favorite Muppet when I was a kid. I didn’t understand why she had to be so loud and aggressive, or why she refused to play by the rules society had established for women like her.
When I first started meeting up with strangers, I would make sure to warn them that I am “not a small girl.” I think I was holding on to the last bit of self-consciousness about my size.
Plenty of people are into exercise — that’s not so special. It still feels strange to me, though, because for so long I didn’t think I belonged in that world.