Hey girl, hey.

So I used to hate you.

I'd see the scale tipping in your favor and go into panic mode.

Dulcolax and Gas-X cocktails.

Detox smoothies.

Nothing but greens.

Anything that would beat you into submission.

"You're supposed to be 123!"

While I'm still not fond of what you've done to my cheeks,

I mean, I would still like to look like I at least have some semblance of a cheekbone sheesh,

I am proud of what you've done to my breasts

my ass

my legs

and even the additional skin on my tummy.

I love how I fill out my clothes.

This lingerie I'm wearing,

While purchased at 122,

I've never felt sexier.

Is this what loving yourself feels like?