My body does not know the scalpel, my height and weight do not define me, my life does not revolve around the calories I consume, I do not depend on my body mass index to be happy and I have an immense ability to love and embrace the people who dominate.
No, my body is not a magazine. Neither do I, but the people in the magazines don’t exist, most of the curves we see are the result of tweaks and my personality has never depended on what others think of me.
- My arms and legs are not fully defined.
- My breasts are not as bulky as I’m supposed to like.
- Wrinkles begin to appear on my face and my nails aren’t always well made.
This body is mine, a body in which stretch marks begin to appear without making me tremble, in which the kilos of more or less do not condition my personal growth, because I do not live in slavery because of lack or excess curves.
I like to take care of myself, but I can also eat a pizza or a cake without regrets, that is precisely what allows me not to hate my reflection and feel proud of every square inch of my skin. perfectly imperfect, the result of my life experiences and well-being.
Your well-being is compromised when you run away from looking at yourself, exploring yourself and recognizing yourself in your own body, in your female figure, you’re not what an anti-cellulite cream does for you, you love yourself and you know every corner and crack in your body, you understand why there’s cellulite or why your ovaries go to war.
We are not sure with ourselves so every time we look in the mirror, we scold ourselves for the fat in our arms, for cellulite or for our wrinkles, we need to create a safe inner space for our body, rather than punishing and humiliating it.
We are much more than we think, our interior contains much more than our intellect can comprehend.
There is no woman smarter than the one who knows how to be respected, there is no woman more beautiful than the one who has a great heart, there is no woman stronger than the one who believes in herself, there is no woman more admirable than the one who has dignity. There’s no woman more elegant than a lady. There’s no healthier woman than the one you really know. There is no woman happier than the one who knows how to appreciate herself.
It is not for the world to dictate the phrase about the beauty of our curves, our beauty does not depend on the kilos of more or less, a molded silhouette or a TV hairstyle.
There is nothing more feminine than a huge smile accompanied by a strong and cheerful look, without lipstick or blush, because of course the woman is much more beautiful.
We may not be able to ask our skin for the elasticity of youth or the presence of the 40s, but what we can get is a good smile when we look in the mirror or wear jeans.
Take off your clothes every day as if your imperfect body were a poem, make peace with it and put aside this personal war with your height and weight.
Because its value, its benefit and the equipment of your well-being depend only on you. So to speak, only you can feel beautiful inside and out.