loving my body

I've always had a love/hate relationship with my body. I used to cover it up pretty consistently in high school, and then all the sudden I became reacquainted with my fashion sense. I've always been conscious of the fact that I've been bigger, and there was a distinct change in how I felt about that right around the time I was 17.

I love the fact that I have tattoos. I love each and every one and think they look beautiful. I was gonna say classy, but I'm really not sure if tattoos can exactly look classy haha. But I love them.

I love my boobs/bum. I have a fantastic butt. It's one of those things that I look at in the mirror and am not ashamed of. It's actually pretty firm, and has a great shape. My boobies are balanced with my bum, so I don't look too top heavy or bottom heavy. They just work well together :)

I love my face. All the features of my face. I used to be disappointed with my face, but now I love it all. I love the uniqueness of it.

I'm not so keen on my stretch marks. Ugh. I HATE my stretch marks. Sadly, I have them on my arms, my tummy, and on the 'muffin top' (which is slowly disappearing thank you very much) part of my back. I don't think I'll ever wear a bikini. Which, I don't exactly have an aspiration towards it I'm just bitter other fat girls don't have stretch marks everywhere ;)

I wish my hands and feet were smaller. I have what my mom calls "piano hands." They're long, and if they weren't so chubby, they'd actually look pretty elegant. I like my fingers, but I wish my palms were a bit smaller. I wish I hadn't ruined my feet by wearing too narrow shoes! Now I have bunions. Sigh. Which make my feet even wider. I wish they weren't so long so I could fit into an 8.

My flabby arms and legs have always caused me a bit of grief. Especially my arms. I never let them go free in a sleeveless or cap sleeved shirt. They're always covered up. I have nice tone in them, but they are a bit flabby and have stretch marks. So, I've always hated that.

As I'm on this journey of weight loss, I'm beginning to appreciate and love my body more and more. Even the flabby, stretch marked parts. I have a fantastic shape, which is showing up more and more as I lose weight. The stretch marks show where I've been, and where I don't want to be again. My hands are strong and my feet are steady. My arms can easily pick up a child, and my thighs have been known to kick ass at DDR. It's not perfect, but it's the body that I have. It's been with me for 24 years and although I've mistreated it, it hasn't failed me yet. In fact, it's been pretty resilient despite the treatment. I love my body. I can't wait until it reaches it's full potential. It's looking pretty damn good if I say so myself :)