Chipmunk Cheeks and Thunder Thighs

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Body image fascinates me, as it's something that each and every one of us on this planet have struggled with. I suppose that unites us all in a way. Body image has never been a HUGE issue for me, but it's always been something that pops up now and again, and affects me like it does anyone else; and I've never really spoken about it. 

On a day-to-day basis I don't let things like my weight or the way the fat on my body lies, bother me. I'm quite comfortable in my own skin. I wasn't always that way though, and over time I've accepted a couple things about my body:
  1. I am short. I've always been a shrimp and will forever be a shrimp. I will never be tall. There is absolutely nothing I can do to change that. I am 5' 3" and proud of it.
  2. I have big boobs. I was self conscious about this growing up as I felt out of place in a social group with girls who all had at least a cup size or two smaller boobs than me. I always had to get an extra size up in shirts to accommodate the girls. But unless I go through a very painful plastic surgery, I will always have big boobs. And by golly you best believe I'm going to rock them. 
  3. I have curves. I've always been curvy. From the day I hit puberty I've had wide hips and a booty. I'll never be stick thin. 
  4. I have chubby cheeks. Or chipmunk cheeks as I've been told. Obviously some of this has to do with weight, some of it has to do with genetics. I just have a full face. Sometimes I feel like this makes me look fat, other times I feel like this makes me look younger. Either way, I gotta live with these chipmunk cheeks of mine. 
  5. Thunder Thighs. Yes, I went there. I got thighs to rule all thighs. Again, some of this is genetic. Some of it is just the mac and cheese and pizza making their home in my legs.
I've always had these things. For a long time they really bothered me, and sometimes they still do bother me. But at one point one random day, after spending years looking at my body and wanting to drastically change aspects of it, I looked in the mirror and smiled and thought to myself 'this is just the way I was made.' And from that day on I had a renewed confidence. Not the kind of confidence that boasts who I am or ignores the things about me, but a kind of confidence that realizes whether I lose weight or gain weight, this is my body. I have to live in it every single day of my life. So instead of walking around being ashamed of it or worried about what people think of it, why not just learn to love it for what it is! A beautiful working and functioning body made the way it is for a reason. 

I realize it's not just that easy to just love your body all of a sudden. But it is a choice; a choice each and every one of us has. We have the option to look in the mirror every day and hate what we look at. But we also have the choice to look in the mirror every day and appreciate the beauty standing right in front of us. All bodies are imperfect in one way or another, so why not just choose to love those imperfections too? Tall. Short. Skinny. Fat. Whichever way; we were made beautifully, and with a purpose. 

Psalms 54:11 "The king is enthralled by your beauty, honor him for he is your lord." 

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