“Look behind you,” said Mike, a new friend I’d made only a month prior. I wrapped my arms more tightly around his waist, afraid I’d fall off his mint-green Vespa, get run over and become a messy splat on the Brooklyn Bridge. But I trusted Mike, so I twisted around to look behind me.

Late Night felt a tad bit different this year when I walked to help work one of the booths. As a senior, I think back to my first semester as a transfer student, and how I was mesmerized by over 200 organizations that used the event as a springboard to recruit new members.

Liberal pockets of the Internet have been abuzz with a new topic, and it is gaining a lot of attention. The fat acceptance movement, also known as size acceptance, fat liberalism or the fat power movement, seeks to remove any sort of stigma associated with plus-sized people, and some have gone as far as to seek change to rules or regulations that they believe exhibits anti-fat bias.

Your mother won’t make you wash your mouth out with soap after saying this f-word, but declaring yourself as a feminist in my experience receives the same disbelieving looks. No, I don’t undertake in bra-burning rituals or think consensual sex between married couples is rape. I simply want equality.