Loving My Body Without Losing Myself [medium.com]
For years, I loathed the person I saw in the mirror. Every imperfection, every roll, every spot of cellulite were flaws that I thought made me less. I hated my body. In middle school, I flipped through fashion magazines, tore out workout articles, and starved myself because I thought if I obsessed long enough, the dream body I had in my head would become reality. In high school, I struggled with anxiety over my acne and braces, believing that my outward appearance was the reason I couldn’t...