I have cellulite and adult acne and two fake teeth. A mustache made of freckles and a straight figure and I often get so bloated I look pregnant 😅 I have really wide shoulders and funky tan lines and moles in weird places. I have so many scars some fine lines and wrinkles and food allergies that I’m judged for. I’ve been told my biceps are manly and unattractive so many times in my life I’ve lost track, and my I have a weird cowlick in my hair, and there’s a million other little things that I could hate but I choose to accept (and in a some cases even love) instead. For I am grateful for all these things that make me human. They mean I’m alive. And this body allows me to think and dream and create. Ski and bike and run. And I’ve found that how you look doesn’t affect your ability to enjoy wildflowers or feel joy. But if you focus too much on appearances, you don’t end up experiencing life to it’s fullest. If you must change yourself to feel a certain way, by all means do it. I color my hair and have tattooed eyebrows and I’m glad I chose to do both. But don’t let your imperfections control or isolate you. Because your *list of things you wish you could change* will not matter at the end of your days. But they can and will get in the way of your brilliance if you let them. Life is too short to only focus on the little imperfections we all have in common but think nobody else worries about. Life is too short to feel not enough and unworthy of love. Because we are all inherently worthy. And life it too short to feel anything less than beautiful inside and out, or to spend our time with anyone (or abiding by anything) that makes us feel otherwise. (Edited version of a post I shared a few years ago :)