I am tall and flat-chested, and when I was younger I was always too thin. I didn't mind how it looked, but as a feminist I have always had an issue with the way so many strangers and people I knew were always signaling to me this sense of proprietary approval of my skinniness. Especially when I finally started dating, I thought it was irritating when someone who liked me complemented my skinniness. I remember someone saying that he thought huge breasts look disgusting, which I disagree with, but I also didn't like to know that my look of undernourishment was so appealing or that anyone would assume I'd be flattered to have a big-breasted woman maligned on my behalf. Now I am chubby. It started when I moved to Philly where people are less conscious of their weight than in L.A. (and where there were so many good restaurants within walking distance). Then when I got pregnant, obviously, I gained more weight and now, voila, chubbiness. It feels ...