Review: Shin Godzilla

I love this monster and his curvy body. As a teenager, I was often teased by my friends for my attraction to amphibians on the giant side, ones who were bigger and scalier, monsters that the average (basic) film-goer might refer to as "scary" or even "ridiculous."

Then, as I became a woman and started to educate myself on issues such as tokusatsu and how the media marginalises prehistoric sea beasts by portraying a very narrow and specific standard of kaiju (green, angry, destructive) I realised how many people have bought into that lie. For me, there is nothing sexier than this Godzilla right here: thick thighs, big booty, atomic breath etc. His shape and size won't be the one on the cover of Cosmopolitan, but it's the one that’s featured in my life and in my heart.

There's nothing sexier to me than a giant reptilian created by our own arrogance that is both curvy and confident: this gorgeous monster flattens every inch of Tokyo and is still the most beautiful one in the room. Guys, rethink what society has told you that you should desire. A real Godzilla is not a porn star or a stop-motion figure or a man in a rubber suit. He's real. He has beautiful scales on his back and can shoot purple rays from under his skin when under attack.

Godzillas, don't ever fool yourself by thinking you have to fit a certain mold to be loved and appreciated. There is someone out there who is going to celebrate you for exactly who you are, someone who will love you like I love my Gojira.