Every centimeter is the result of life. My thighs after dancing until the morning. My scars are reminders that I survived. My breasts fed a child. My hands held loved ones. My body is not for approval. It is for love.
I stopped chasing the ideal. I chose respect. Care. Acceptance. I began to listen to my body, and not fight with it. And for the first time in my life, I felt peace inside.
I no longer hide myself. I am a woman. With my shape, skin, smell, voice. I am not a set of flaws. I am whole. And I deserve to be loved. First of all, by myself.