As I find myself living the life of a late twenty something's gal, I realize things aren't as they once were. I no longer have the body of an eighteen year old. Despite eating better and exercising more than I ever have, I can't seem to shake this. The sides are slimming down but not the "cute little pot" out in front. What gives? In high school I was a size zero - a zero! Who ever thought that was even a size? Zero is nothing, how can the powers that be put a measurement of a lady's waist in that? Well, years later and 7 sizes bigger, I find myself wondering - when do we finally (if at all) start to love the skin we're in?
The answer, I realize is quite individual and (for some) personal. But I'm curious, if this is just me and it's never going to look any better (I don't mean that as harshly as it sounds - I do walk confidently down any given street), when will I be okay with that? This is certainly not a pity party, mind you, I'm sure I'm happier with gravity than some, but still - do we ever think we're alright? Don't get me wrong, there are tons of things about me I wouldn't ever change, but when do we let go of those things and focus on only what we can change?