You have a Right to Bare Arms
These are my arms. They are big. They are fat. They are tan. They jiggle, wiggle, and don stretch marks.
They are strong. They move with me. They help me stretch to reach my potential. And, they look damn good in sleeveless tops and dresses.
They are a part of me, a part of my body. These are my arms, and I have a right to bare them.