I’ve never been thin. I’ve been toned (hardly)—athletic, even—but never thin. As a young girl, sticky and messy and as unkempt as a festering scab, I would glamorize a particular body type: stick thin, collarbones like a shield pointing out of a sweater that made for a perfect accessory when paired with an on-point outfit. Thin bodies have always been a passport into spaces I wasn’t readily allowed into.