No one’s body is up for comment. No matter how small, how curvy, how round, how flat. If you love you, then I love you.
~ Shonda Rhimes
Someone once told me that once you pass the age of 50, you feel more comfortable in your skin and come to the stage where you just accept yourself. Well, then I turned 50, but I still worried about my round tummy, my thick thighs, my weight… and every other thing there was to feel self-conscious about. It was only about two months ago that I realized that I feel quite comfortable in my skin; that I, despite being overweight, am happy with what I look like. Just for reference: I turn 52 next month…
I looked at the image below (taken on the day I took my bokeh photo), and I realized that I love what I see. Now, I won’t say that there will never be a day again I feel I should lose weight or that I feel I hate my thighs/tummy/ass, but for now I have totally accepted what I look like, and I sure hope this feeling lasts… (forever).
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