I didn’t always love my body.
It was different than all the rest.
It had shape. It had curves.
I didn’t understand it.
And because nobody else understood it either, I was teased for having the body I had.
I hid it.
I treated it poorly.
For years I hated my body.
My body was and still is different than yours, different than most. And the teasing still exists. Instead of playground giggles and pokes, I get grown-up stares and backhanded compliments. People haven’t changed, but I have. And the way my body stands out is now what I love most about it.
I may not be classically feminine but I am my own kind of feminine.
Don’t let the words bring you down. Let them empower you.
Because once you feel that power, great things will happen.