I have cellulite and I still love my body. Can you imagine?! Loving your body despite it’s very common and normal imperfections? Giving yourself grace instead of putting yourself down? Speaking to yourself with kindness and compassion rather than disgust and disappointment?
Thankfully for me, this is a reality. I do love my body at every stage of it’s existence; I do feel powerful in my skin despite the presence of cellulite, gray hair, and wrinkles; I do believe that I can love myself and still strive to be a higher expression of my being.
I'll be honest with you, a few years ago, I couldn’t imagine such a possibility. The mere idea that I would ever not refer to myself as a “work in progress” was just completely out of reach; the concept that I would ever feel comfortable in my body, as is, was extremely foreign.
