As of the first moment I saw this video, it had been up for just 24 hours and had over 150,500 shares and almost 400,000 comments. There are substantially more now.

And my twenty-something son had shared it on Facebook which hurt. As much as he has good in him and isn’t bothered by things like sexuality or atypical neuro kids, he still fat shames. So be it. I did what I could. Maybe he’ll mature some day and regret it. Maybe not.

This is my body in the animation. Not literally, but it almost could be. This is not my body because I love pizza (I do love my pizza, and I will no longer be ashamed of eating). This is my body because my body is defective in several ways, from birth, and from degenerative disorders, and from eating sorrows.

To note, while we all differ, the body in this video can be seen as what a typical Stage 4 Lipedema body shape looks like. I have Lipedema, among other things. So do the ladies in the photo for this story — all different bodies in various stages of Lipedema, a congenital disorder that causes obesity.

So that’s Lipedema, but this also might be your body because you’re depressed. Or you have a disorder. Or you don’t exercise. Or you drink soda. Or you can’t exercise. Or your genetics are what they are. So be it. That’s between you and your decisions, life, health, genetics, medications, experiences.

I decided when I saw the video that night, I wasn’t going to read any of the hurtful comments after I’d swallowed the first few. I wasn’t going to advocate or try to reason with them about how some of us aren’t fat because of food.

I consciously decided I was not going to jump in and try to change perceptions or point out how stupid it is to find fat funny. How hack it is to be mean to fat people because it’s low hanging fruit and easy. It was not my fight that night.

Instead, I shared the video on my wall and enjoyed it for its meaning to ME.

I will no longer judge myself because I now know why I am who I am and I need to not be ashamed.

I embrace my body for what it is and I can wish all I want that I wasn’t defective. That I didn’t push too much on my defective body by not eating celery for 20 years straight which would have slowed the progression that I did not know was happening. I love nachos, pizza, chocolate, and fries. I’m human.

And I loved those things before I got fat. And now I’m fat and still, I’m worthy.