Come to think of it, I’m not entirely sure what loving one’s body might mean, beyond the obvious off-colour jokes. But apparently, it’s something that one is supposed to proclaim as an accomplishment, a credential of progressivism. I have, however, noted that it tends to be announced by people whose declared triumph in this matter is not altogether convincing, and whose basis for doing so is generally much slimmer than they are.
On the ideological gratification of thwarting clever children; on shoehorning pretentious racial guilt into the world of dentistry; and on not wearing knickers in a terribly radical way.
All this and more.