I Love My Body

back when i was in 4th grade i was super lanky and awkward, but then i moved out into the country and i gained a shitload of weight, like i gained a good 50-60 pounds over the course of 3-4 years. when i was in 7th grade, the weight really started get to me and it hit me i was really starting to gain some serious weight. i became so depressed and i hated every inch of my body to the point where i'd hardly ever wanted go out because i was so insecure. i loathed shopping and every time i did go shopping i'd get something i knew was bigger than my size so i could feel small in something. i wore unflattering clothes my mom told me to wear because i couldn't dress myself for shit. i shut myself off from everyone because i couldn't handle talking to them without thinking, 'they won't like me because of my body'. it was when high school started that i just shut down completely because i saw all these girls with thigh gaps and tiny waists and gorgeous bodies i wished i had and i became obsessed with being smaller, but then the more i was with them the less i cared about being skinny. i began loving myself by the end of my freshman year when i saw i didn't have to be skinny to be perfect. now i know how to dress and love every inch of myself even though it took me a long long time. but damn, i love my body to pieces; faded stretch marks you can still see, pudgy belly, thick thighs, and all 😌😁 they're my flaws and i love them