Today I went and bought new clothes with my gran, and she insisted I try them on first. Every time I’ve been in a changing room and had to look at my body in my underwear, I’ve cried. For years I couldn’t stand the sight of my legs uncovered.
Today I looked at them. Scarred, short, chubby, stretch-marked. And I smiled. Because they are my scarred, short, chubby, stretch-marked legs. And they are beautiful, just the way they are.
So thank you to every single body positve post, blog and person I’ve stumbled upon. You have no idea how much it helped.