Teddy Bear

"Our teddy bear is short and fat, Which is not to be wondered at, He gets what exercise he can By falling off the ottoman But generally seems to lack The energy to clamber back." - A. A. Milne

Bears love to hug. For me, being a bear is a choice of quantity or quality. If you can look in your mirror and be happy with what you are, be proud of who you are, including the extra avoir du pois, the fact that you are zoftig and willingly accept that you are marching to a different drummer, one whose beat may make you die before you might, get to Heaven sooner, and accept that God has known before you were born how soon  you would be moving into your Heavenly mansion and be available for whatever s/he has planned for you next, then you can be a bear in your heart, whether or not you are furry. (But we do have other love-words for bears who are neither fat or furry.)
Nope, I'm not a body facist. It's just that, whoops!, I don't have any very heavy furries in my backlog. Maybe I'll look for some tomorrow. (Licks lips.)
Cubs, if you are looking for the bears this weekend, and you're having trouble finding them, know you then that many of the bears of Houston and their friends are down on Galveston island. For details, visit the Houston Area Bears site.