My Own Curves
A while back, I was met with some words that really made me wonder what beauty truly was about. These words were how a woman should look. A beautiful face, a tiny waist, long legs, perfect perky breasts, and legs for days. I had tried so hard to work out to maintain my body, to keep my weight to a level where I was happy, and I hated a lot of my body parts. I had a relapse where I gained some of the weight back on and it made me realize something so important that I wondered why it hurt in the first place. My body is designed for me. It is not designed for you or anyone else. My thighs touch when I walk, they jiggle when I dance, and I have cellulite. Across my stomach are stretch marks from where I carried my children and my hips are not even. My bottom is bigger than my top and my waist is thick. My stomach hangs down when I stand up and goes flat when I lay. But I discovered something. Know what it is? My body is MINE. It belongs to me and I have the will to love it or ha...