However, I don’t necessarily need to love what I see in the mirror, either. I just need to learn to appreciate my body for the amazing things it allows me to see and do, rather than for how it looks.
Together, my body and I have danced under Niagara Falls, made numerous friends, and spent numerous hours dancing with said friends, rode the longest zipwire in the world, and climbed a waterfall.
My cellulite and love handles had absolutely no impact on my ability to do any of these things.
To the past me, who struggled with obsessive dieting, I’d say this: life’s too short. Words can’t express how much I regret the time I spent starving myself, counting calories, and desperately trying to avoid all food-related social events.
In fifty years’ time, I hope I’m able to reflect on all the delicious food I’ve eaten, rather than on hours spent counting calories.