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Several years ago, I sat on the sidelines and watched other women light up rooms. They weren’t stunning in the way that women are supposed to be, but they had this beauty in regards to them that I just couldn’t pinpoint. All I knew was that I was missing out in it. It was body confidence, I later found out — a selfconfidence I hug today, knowing full well how long it took me to find.

When I was 13 years old, something as minor as a pimple could leave me moping for hours. I wore heavy makeup to conceal my acne — so much so that I could spend an hour in the bathroom before school to make sure each blotch on my face was hidden. ‘Friends’ at school called me “zit face” to be cruel; I tried to ignore them, but I knew it was true. When I looked in the mirror, I saw a pale comparison of the girl I used to be.

That year, our school took a three-day field trip to Washington D.C., where we stayed at a hotel with a swimming pool. I wasn’t embarrassed to be seen in a swimsuit, but I always wore a t-shirt to hide the acne that scattered my arms and back. As my right foot skimmed the cool water, the lifeguard yelled, “Sorry, it’s versus hotel policy to wear t-shirts in the pool.” I watched my friends splash around, convinced with their flawless skin and knew I could never expose myself. I faked a stomachache and bolted for the privacy of my hotel bathroom. Outraged, I peeled off my t-shirt to unmask scabbed, irritated skin. I cursed the imperfect reflectiveness in the bathroom mirror. I screamed, “I HATE you! You’re SO ugly!”

By the time I turned 15, the acne had vanished thanks to medication. Eventually, the scars faded to the background. When I looked in the mirror, I saw a face that was gorgeous again, but a body that was all wrong. I came upon in a dressing room that at 130 pounds, I was too fat for my 5’2” body.

“I’m hideous!” I moaned to my mother, creaking the dressing room door open so she could see my fat thighs in the sparkly black mini. Sigh.

“No you’re not,” she reassured, smiling sadly. She suggested that exercise might make me feel better.

I purchased exercise videos and gave up ice cream and chocolate, those sinful foods women aren’t supposed to eat. In the high school cafeteria, I ate arid turkey subs (the cafeteria didn’t offer low-fat mayo packets), skim milk, and cups of pineapples. My taller and thinner girlfriend enjoyed chocolate milk, fries, and Doritos. She also went to bed at night with her makeup on and never saw a pimple in her life. Talk with regards to fairness.

By age 20, I maintained a stable weight of 120 pounds and accepted my short legs. I then obsessed regarding my too-small chest! At a little 34B, I felt my body would be better if only my breasts were larger like women on magazine covers and on television. I’d never been a sucker for gimmicks, never chanted, “I must, I must, I will have to increase my bust” while squeezing my pecks but an obsession had taken hold.

I purchased padded bras, gel-filled inserts, and pills promising to increase bust-size (they didn’t). I contemplated breast augmentation. Small breasts signified something was missing — a scaled down version of femininity, I was sure.

Then in college, I devoured books with regards to America’s obsessive quest for physical beauty and how totally unlikely standards injure women and girls. Something as unimportant as a mirror holds the power to control our self-image. A piece of glass may determine how we feel when it comes to ourselves. I had enough. FINALLY.

I stood before my bedroom mirror, stripped of clothing, exposed to myself. I studied my body slowly, attempting to see beyond the pain and insecurity to find what remained — just me.

I saw my father’s deep brown eyes, my mother’s thick brown hair, and full lips that disclose a fantastic smile when I’m happy sufficient to show it off. I saw thin, shapely arms sprinkled with nineteen beauty marks, a flat stomach, and little breasts proportional to my body. I turned around. Sure, my behind was a teensy bit more prominent than I would have liked, but it surely wasn’t anything to be penitent of. My legs were short, but I liked how toned they looked. They were petite and curvy. At that moment, I in the end just saw me. Perhaps for the basi time in my life, I accepted myself as a beautifully flawed woman.

When I was a teenager, one of my best friends had a beauteous dancer’s body. She flaunted long graceful legs, little hips, and a flat bottom — everything I had always wanted. Imagine my surprise when she confided that she was jealous of me!

“Are you SERIOUS?” I gasped, inspecting myself in her dresser mirror. “You’re tall and may eat anything you want and never gain a pound. Your legs are so thin.”

“But you’re curvy,” she responded. “Guys look at you.” A single tear glided down her left cheek as she pulled her long legs close to her chest. She grabbed her favored teddy bear from her bed and ran her fingers through it is soft white fur, careful to avert my gaze. I didn’t have the courage to tell her the truth, so I let the silence hang amidst us until she changed the subject. We at long last drifted apart.

I ought to have told her, “Imagine how awful we both could feel if we saw in ourselves what others have seen all along.” My younger self never did, and my older self wishes I would have.

At age 27, I find loving my body means accepting that it will NEVER be perfect. No matter how much I work out, I receive that my behind will never look flawless, like bronzed goddesses on television. I’ll never look like a supermodel, but I don’t care. I’m real and when I brush past a mirror, I’m at long last comfortable with everything I see. Thankfully, my surrendered battle with the mirror empowers me to focus on more necessary distinct features of my life …

Like realizing my dreams.

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