What if we’re looking for beauty in one package and it comes in another?
Because beauty hides in a million different places — in the grey hairs, in the stretch marks, in the strong thighs you have hated since you were little. It hides in the softness of your belly + the curve of your hips + the creases that have blossomed around your eyes over the years. It hides in the parts of you that have not known love — the parts wrapped in shame because you were taught to believe they were imperfect, ugly, unworthy.
Beauty has been there all along — we were just expecting it to look different to this. Different to this flesh, this face, this body.
This body that wobbles + wrinkles + scars. This body that stretches + sags + ages + changes in ways we may not want it to. This body that we never have to squeeze into a shape that is not our own.
We can love this wild + precious body. And we can love it hard.