Let's take our bodies back...
I no longer fear my body. It has it’s scars — those scars are my scars. It has it’s stretch marks — those stretch marks belong to me.
I am making peace with every part of me — every soft curve and sharp edge, every dimple and wrinkle and crinkle decorating the skin around my eyes like gentle riverbeds of laughter.
For too long, I believed the stories society told me — that my flesh was a measure of success, that I shouldn’t take up too much space, that I needed to ignore my appetite, control my body and silence the true calling of my soul in order to be of value.
But we can question these stories. We can rewrite them. We can release the fear and the shame and the striving for some non-existent perfection.
And when you do, you’ll find that beyond the self-criticism and self-hate, the path to self-love has always been there, waiting for you to start walking.
We cannot control the media. We cannot force the culture to instantly change. But we can take our bodies back — and, in taking our bodies back, we take our lives back too.
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