I sucked in but I wanted to breathe. Having the right body or the perfect look doesn’t exist. And a young girl, I stared noticing that I didn’t look like the women I saw on the or in magazines. I was constantly asking myself why I didn’t look like them. This grew into an obsession. I wanted the attention. I wanted the big boobs, small waist, big lips, long hair and clear skin. It took me over 15 years to finally see my beauty and understanding that I am worthy. I didn’t have to wear spanks, follow unhealthy diet culture or force myself to change to fit into a negative standard of beauty. I am beautiful as I am. I don’t have to constantly feel the need to suck in. I can breathe again.