For Nine Months, My Body Was Perfect

That love was gone in an instant.

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Still, I loved my body so much then. It was perfect. It looked exactly as it was supposed to look. Healthy. Big and life carrying. I actually felt sexy.

No one told me I would hate my body that I once loved.

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My body no longer had a purpose. It was no longer special.

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She made me realize how many more miles this body has and my main purpose became keeping it around as long as I can to enjoy the rest of the years of my life.

*At the end of my stories, I usually link to related stories, I’ve written. Instead of reading mine, read my talented friend Kristen Taylor’s story of body positivity that made me think to write this:

Flaming pinball, nerd, music lover, wine snob, horrible violin player. No, I won’t stop taking pictures of my drinks. vanessaltorre@gmail.com IG: vanessaltorre

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