I have been that girl. I have stood in front of a bathroom mirror with two hands cupped to my belly, cheeks soaked with tear salts, wondering how did I ever allow myself to grow this island below my bosom? And those creases between my belly button and thigh could swallow a rain drop! I have loathed and I have cursed this body I was given and for each time I have done that, I have lost a precious moment where I could have been admiring the blood and heart that beats beneath it.
Yes, I have hips and dips. I have lines and freckles. I get bruises, bumps and hair in unforgiving places. Cellulite? I got that too. I have come a long way from wanting to hide all of these marks that make me who I am. Now all I want to do is wear clothes that celebrate my body…..
and my brain.