Every body tells a story. Not a made-up story, not embellished, not a fairytale, but a real one. It carries the burdens endured, the changes undergone, the attempts to survive, to run, to grow, to become oneself. No line, no unevenness, no mark on the skin appears by chance - they are all imprints of the experiences that made us alive.
Allow yourself to be perfect for yourself. Not for others’ expectations, not for mirrors, not for passing glances.
True acceptance begins where the struggle with your own body ends. When you see not flaws, but chapters of your biography - honest, difficult, yet wholly yours.
You deserve to be proud of your journey: of what you’ve endured, what you’ve escaped from, what has changed you, what pushed you to run forward. You can improve yourself and learn from mistakes - but only when you recognize that your body is not the enemy, but the witness of your life.
And it has the right to be exactly as it is.
