For the first time in a long time, I have been consistently working out for an extended period of time. I am gaining strength, flexibility, and energy. My clothes fit better, my muscles are more defined, and I was actually looking forward to trying on swimsuits this spring.
Then I walked into the dressing room. You know, the one with the fluorescent lights and the side mirrors. The dressing room that highlights every. single. flaw.
When I looked in the mirror, I didn’t see the muscle I’ve built over the past few months. I didn’t see the flexible hamstrings. I didn’t see the light in my energetic eyes. Instead, under those fluorescent lights, I saw the parts of me that weren’t perfect yet, the flaws that would never change. The stretch marks and the scars. The sag and the cellulite. Thirty-six years of Earth-living.
I didn’t buy the swimsuit.