I don’t love my body. I don’t think about it. That’s the freedom I enjoy in this area of life. Many women are obsessed with their bodies, and even a Marylin Monroe ends up unhappy and suicidal.
While I agree that society is way too negative about fatness (and way too positive about looks), the greatest danger is that of believing the lies that the world tells. There is an adolescent approach which regards everyone as either best or worst, and if I don’t qualify for the one than I must be the other. There is also the tendency to affirm envy unquestioningly which leads to resentment of others and/or oneself. One can lose weight, but the envy, resentment, self-consciousness, and judgmentalism lives on.