An Open Letter to My Body

Last year, if someone had asked me how I felt about my body, I would simply say I didn’t like it. Sometimes, I struggle with self-love and acceptance when it comes to my body. It’s a love-hate relationship. One day, I’m fierce and hot, the next I’m not. It’s no secret I’m not the same size I was in high school. My single digit jeans turned into double digits. I began to worry about what others thought about me and my body change. But what I’ve learned is that it’s not about what others think. It’s only about what I think and how I feel. I love my wide hips and my big arms. I love my thighs that often get caught in my jeans when I put them on.

With that being said, a former classmate asked me to pose for some pictures for her final project about fitness and body positivity. I admit I was reluctant at first since I had never taken photos with my clothes off, but I agreed only in my sports bra. It was fun, sexy. I felt this boost of confidence I had never felt before. The session went so well that she made her entire project about body positivity and focused solely on me. I was honored. In lieu of this new found confidence, I wrote a letter to myself about self-love. Read the letter and look at the pictures below.

Dear Body,

I love the arch in your back, the size of your legs, the build of your arms, your curves, your stretch marks, and all your imperfections. They all tell the story of a young lady growing into a woman. For so long, I held you to society’s standard of beauty pressuring you to be something you were not, and for that, I apologize. This journey of learning to accept your body and self-love has been one heck of a roller coaster ride. Every day, I’m learning my self-worth is based on how I feel, rather than what others think. Now, every morning I wake up and look you in the mirror thinking, thick thighs save lives. Thank you for giving me the confidence and strength to realize that I am—enough! To realize that my body doesn’t define who I am or what I am capable of. No amount of tape or weight can measure my greatness. Now, I see your worth, and I promise to celebrate you and appreciate you more. You are kindhearted, nurturing, persistent and compassionate.

I love you,

Rachel

Shweta Gulati Shweta Gulati Shweta Gulati Shweta Gulati Shweta Gulati Shweta Gulati

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