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Leaves of Grass; Walt WhitmanI celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
I mean, Whitman wrote a poem called "Song of Myself." Clearly the guy enjoyed and was comfortable with his own body. He was way ahead of his time. That's all I've got to say about that.