For years, I was self-conscious of my body.
It started with my breasts. Then my weight. Then it was my stomach. Next thing you know, I was cripplingly self-conscious.
After ditching wearing a bra after 15 years, I’m done feeling self-conscious of my body.
The last three years since graduating college, I have grown immensely. No, I haven’t necessarily advanced in my career but personally, I have triumphed. I was tired of feeling like I wasn’t good enough or that people were judging me.
The truth is that people are judging me. But I also realized another truth around the time I turned 25—I just didn’t fucking care.
Here are the three reasons why I gave up hating my body after I turned 25.
1. I’m Stuck With It
It seems really stupid to spend money on plastic surgery when I’ve been gifted this gorgeous, amazing body. Why would I shell out thousands of dollars for something that’s already perfect?
The truth is that I was born this way. It was time to embrace my body, not hate it.
Hiking near The Dish in Stanford, California. Look at all that armpit hair!
I furthered cultivated this practice by getting rid of all my toxic clothing and buying pieces that I felt inspired by. Getting rid of clothes that were full of toxins and promoted a negative body image felt so freeing to me.
I was also able to sell some clothes I didn’t use and get some of that money back.
I’m stuck with my body, and I’m starting to have trouble seeing why that’s a bad thing.
2. It Was Hurting My Relationships
Turns out, crippling self-confidence issues are not sexy.
I was not only hurting myself, but I was hurting the people close to me. I have an amazing fiancé who couldn’t understand why I was so self-conscious.
It was just my body. It was only this perfect thing that grounded me in this world. I was a goddess and I couldn’t see it.
Being a mermaid in Nantahala National Park, North Carolina. Yes, those are my breasts and yes, I lack the ability to care what you think about them.
I was ready to stop hurting my relationship with my fiancé and with myself. I was ready to embrace every single part of myself—from the hair on my body to my scars to my stretch marks, they’re all part of my stunning self.
Letting go of my hatred towards my body image only helped me become more of my best self.
3. I’m Ready to Be My Best Self
Once I was freed from all the perceived imperfections and struggles that kept me chained, I was free to fly.
I became more confident in just about everything. I stopped caring what people thought. I realized that there are very few things that actually matter in life.
Taking some pics at my house in Maryland with one of my rabbits, Fiver.
What I was not prepared to do was spend the rest of my life hating my body, letting that hatred hinder my relationships, and most of all, hold me back from being my best self.
I’m proud to say that I love my body despite what other people might perceive as its flaws.
Thank you to everyone who teaches me patience. Thank you to everyone who thinks not wearing a bra is a public nuisance. Thank you to everyone who tells me body hair is disgusting. I love my body and giving up hating it was one of the best things I’ve ever done.