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I recently came across a thought-provoking post on social media about Bob Marley being asked if there was a perfect woman. His response was refreshingly candid: perfection is a myth. He likened it to the moon, full of craters, or the sea, which is salty, deep, and dark. According to Marley, the most beautiful things aren’t perfect; they’re special. And it’s this uniqueness that makes someone truly significant to those who love them. Whether or not Marley actually said this, the sentiment is powerful.

With swimsuit season fast approaching, many of us are scrutinizing our bodies and finding faults.

Hello, that’s me. And, honestly, that’s many of us.

It’s a challenge not to measure ourselves against unrealistic ideals. I can trace my own body insecurities back to middle school locker rooms—comparing myself to the popular girls with their seemingly perfect hair and clothes. The pressure only grew with the rise of magazines, TV, movies, and social media.

But here’s the truth: there was nothing wrong with my body then, and there’s nothing wrong with it now. Yes, my BMI isn’t ideal, and I have health issues that impact my weight and vice versa. I’m aware of the need for change, and I’m working on it. But when it comes to body image, my perspective is evolving.

I’ve adopted a mantra: “Embrace the fat.” It might not be the most flattering self-talk, but it’s been my key to confidently wearing shorts and tank tops, regardless of societal judgments.

Remember this: the only opinion that truly matters about your appearance is your own. Repeat that to yourself. I’m reminding myself of it too, making it my mantra.

If you’re comfortable in your own skin, celebrate it. If health concerns are a factor, consult your doctor and create a plan. That’s some of the best advice I can offer.

I’ve accepted that I may never return to the size I once thought was my ideal. It’s taken me nearly 20 years to embrace this reality. I’m committed to improving my health, but if my journey results in “thunderous” thighs, so be it.

What truly matters is knowing that I am loved and special to those who cherish me.

In the end, that’s what makes me feel most fulfilled.

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