Imperfections

I was once a girl with no curves.

I was already taller than my mom by the time I was 10.

I was a stick.

 

Then, as a tween and teen, I was put on steroid medication for my asthma.

I gained more than 50 pounds in less than a year.

I was 200 pounds by the time I was 13 years old.

 

Eventually I was taken off the medication.

By the time I was 16, I had lost a good deal of the weight I had gained, but was still heavier than most 16 year olds.

I hated the way I looked.

I became self conscious in many ways.

 

By the time I went off to college, I had gotten back down to a healthy weight.

And I've maintained a mostly healthy weight throughout much of my adult life so far.

But I will admit, I have body image issues.

I didn't wear a two piece bathing suit until I was 22 years old because I still saw myself as that bigger person.

I saw every imperfection.

I saw all the stretch marks.

And the birth mark on my stomach.

And all the chicken pox scars.

 

It's a battle I still fight every single day.

Am I perfect enough?

Do people notice my imperfections?

I wish I knew how to get over that...

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