The other night I was prepping for a first date. I did my usual thing: shave, wash my hair, bath in nice-smelling oils. For some reason though, no matter how many face scrubs I used or eyebrows I plucked, I didn't feel quite pretty enough. Then I remembered: I'm a fucking human, and humans aren't always beautiful or polished. Sometimes we're smelly. Sometimes our bodies grow hair in places we don't like, or we have stretch marks, or cellulite. Scratch that, my body smells sometimes. And even better, I take up space. Lots of that. There's something a bit sexy about owning all that space you occupy.