Remember when you were young and went to Halloween parties where you stuck your hand inside the “mystery” boxes? Perhaps the spaghetti noodles were meant to be brains and jello were the guts of a monster. I think about these mystery boxes when I put my hand on my hip or dry my hands on the back of my pants. I’m like, “What is this?” I know it’s my body. I know it’s my fat, but it’s still scary and still a bit mysterious as to how it got there.