I have been in a 25 year fight with my body. Ever since I realized what "fat" was I 've been fighting it. And mostly, in my harsh judgment, losing the fight.
This morning I got up and looked at myself in the mirror naked (something I do every morning). And you know what? I liked what I saw. I like my curves. I like the dimples above my butt. I like the shape of my butt - I like that it sticks out a little - like a real butt should. I like the way my shoulder blades stick out of my back. I like my belly. I like my arms. I like the way my breasts sit on my frame. My thighs are not nearly as awful as I have always thought and my calves are downright sexy. My hair, my face - I like all of it. So finally I think I'm there:
I like me.
Take care, dear readers.
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