A childhood friend shared this with me today. In light of my moving toward acceptance of the body I am currently in, I thought it would be good to post it here for posterity’s sake.
I remember a time when I longed for the body I have, and how I didn’t think I’d ever get what I have now. Now I’m here and struggling to love what is.
It is not constructive to want what I am not and what I cannot be or have because of my biology.
It’s time to stop fighting the genetic deck that is stacked against me and to accept what is.
It’s time to embrace the me that has become. It’s time to accept the me that is.
I will love this incarnation of me. As hard as this is, I will love this me, with all her imperfections, scratches and dents.
I will love the rolls, ripples, varicose veins, wrinkles and the stretch marks. I will love the curves and bumps, the saggy, the baggy, the bones that jut out, and the tendons I more readily see under my skin.
I will love this version 2.0, and I will accept it as me.
If I don’t love this me, it will be hard for others to love it too.
La Guerra de La Gorda 