Who gave us those messages anyway that we somehow aren't good enough because of how much we do or don't weigh? Who in the hell are they anyway?

Who died and made them god?

My body has changed too ... Several times.

It's been difficult for me, but I'm learning to love me exactly as I am.

Here & Now!

I'm learning to appreciate every bit of me.

Every stretch mark.
Every scar.
That belly flap.
Those sagging bags underneath my upper arms.
My tired, worn out knees, feets & legs.
The arthritis.
The cane.
All of it.

It's me and it's brought me this far.

It has a story to tell.

I will not be ashamed.

If only for today.

I will love and cherish it ALL.