Self-acceptance isn’t as easy as getting on a treadmill until the hate falls off. It’s standing in front of a full length mirror, sun shining on your naked body, and really looking at yourself. Touching, caressing, poking, squeezing the skin, fat, muscles, and bone. Whispering sweet nothings to your cellulite and dimples, dark spots and wrinkles. Smiling at your most neglected parts and saying, “Thank you for being a part of me”.
