Do You Love Truly Yourself?

Take a step back in front of the mirror and really look at yourself. Are you happy with your appearance? Do you favor your curves? Do you like your eyes, nose and mouth? What about your body? Do you like the way it looks in certain clothes? It's easy to say: well, if you're unhappy with yourself, just change it. Maybe you don't have that capability to do so. If you're born a specific way with genetics that suck ass, how can you truly get the body you desire?

For the longest time, I wanted abs. Um, I'm talking Jillian Michaels-type abs that looked sexy whenever she wore a crop top. I was jealous because I wanted that body over mine. I tried to get over it, hell, I'm still trying to accept that I maybe never have washboard abs and it sucks. I mean, I should learn to accept myself... blah, blah, blah.

The question that I wish to present to you is: where did we get this mentality to hate and shame our bodies? Why can't we love what we have and move on? More so, I'm the main culprit here because time and time again, I always bash myself.

Whenever someone makes a comment about my body, immediately, I feel self-conscious. Instead of shaking it off and saying "screw you," I listen to them and the picking-at-myself begins. I can't turn it off because I care far too much about what others think.

I need to ask myself: Do "I" love my appearance? Why should I seek their approval? Who the hell do they think they are? Why do I care if people are staring at me? But, seriously, stop staring at me! I hate it when others stare because I'm always assuming they're judging me. Why must we judge others? You may say, 'it's in our nature.' You hear countless stories about people committing suicide due to bulling. Why do we allow it to continue?

If you love who you are, I am just very jealous. I don't care if you're a size -- like me -- everyone feels self-conscious at some point in their lives. But, please, do me a favor and DO NOT follow in my footsteps because it's exhausting constantly caring what others think about it.

How about I stop now?