Last week I talked about my body image on social media because someone recently criticized the size of my arms as if I didn’t know how big they are. I know, and I’m okay with it.
I’ve lost about 100 pounds over the last several months, but even if I had not lost a pound I’m still just as capable and deserving of wearing sleeveless clothes whenever I want to. My arms don’t make me the person that I am, but they’re part of me. And I’m okay with that.
I avoided mirrors, refused to wear a top unless it covered my arms…but those days are long gone. Sure, there are things I’d like to change about myself, but I love myself. I accept myself, and there’s peace that comes with that.
Now I rent dresses from GwynnieBee, which has helped me branch out in my style even though my size is changing. Sometimes I feel adorable without a cardigan, and sometimes I even feel elegant.
I may not be pretty or perfect enough in the eyes of everyone, but my God adores everything about me. My future husband thinks I’m pretty wonderful too. That’s enough for me, and if it’s not enough for everyone else that’s okay too.