They say that life begins at 40, and honestly, I couldn’t agree more. As I step into what some might call the golden years (is 50 considered the golden years?), I truly feel like I’m finally enjoying life. It’s taken me a while to get here, but better late than never, right?
For a long time, I’ve struggled with body dysmorphia, and let me tell you, being kind to myself has been a full-time job. Recently, I went through a cleaning kick and stumbled upon some old photos. As I looked at these pictures, I couldn’t help but chuckle. Back then, I genuinely thought I was fat. Now, I can see that I looked great. Do I wish I could have known that then? Of course. But with time comes knowledge, and thankfully, I’ve grown and learned to love myself more as the years have gone by.
Do I still struggle? Sure. But I also know I’m doing everything possible to be my best self. I eat healthily, work out, and try not to let those negative thoughts take over. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time to that girl who disliked herself so much and tell her, “It’s all going to be okay. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” That life works out just great. While that girl would not have believed it, I can say without a doubt that I am living my best life now.
I’m thankful for the struggles because they molded me into the person I am today—strong, caring, and independent. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is: It’s okay to love yourself, flaws and all.
Here’s to embracing the golden years, whatever age they may be, and to living a life filled with self-love and acceptance.