Body Appreciation
Even though I am technically over weight. I don’t hate my body. I don’t hate my belly. I don’t hate the acne scars on my face.
Stretch marks? Cellulite? I have never cared or thought about those things.
For a huge part of my life. I was made felt like I was inadequate. Not because of models or girls on TV but because of the people that were surrounded by me. I was made to feel that I was not good enough or never would be. Being a mixed young girl back then was hard. I wasn’t “Asian” enough or “white” enough. My body never resembled either race.
I was made fun of. I was chased home by the kids screaming “fatty! ugly! pizza pimple face!” I would get my toes stomped on. I would get punched in the stomach. They said no one could ever love me.
They were wrong. I loved myself too much to know that it wouldn’t be true. I don’t hate myself. I don’t hate my body. I don’t hate the way I look.
Yes, I may hate shopping sometimes. But, no I don’t hate my body. I hate my body when it doesn’t give me enough strength do get through the day. For the most part I love my body. I am able to walk, I am able to move, I am able to hear, I am able to speak, I am able to smile. The one thing I am not able to do is hate myself.
There are some mean people in the world, you shouldn’t mean to yourself. You have to live with yourself, they don’t.
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