At 33, I ordered my first EVER tankini and wore it PUBLICLY. See, my son (who is three) doesn’t care about my weight. He doesn’t care about my size of clothing.He certainly never hears me call myself “Fat” because I refuse to do that in his presence.
My thighs have cellulite. Stretch marks and other weird intentions which I have no name for lol. My thighs don’t save lives. They aren’t magical and the only helpful thing they do is catch food if I drop it 🤷🏻♀️
My body isn’t perfect. My boobs sag. My stomach has been stretched out beyond compare and my skin isn’t as soft as I’d like it to be.
This is me though!
I’m at peace wit this.
Wear the bathing suit. Make memories and BE APART of those memories. Life is way too short to be at the beach in Jeans and a t-shirt during summer.
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...this is a powerful statement you are making Stef... you deserve a lot more traffic for making this post..!
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