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Hey there, Younger Me,
I would ask how you’re doing, but I have a feeling I already know.
It’s been about six months since your first period and a couple of years since you started wearing a bra. I get it – puberty can be so awkward, and it’s a tough subject to tackle (especially with all those comments about your developing body). But guess what? Your body is changing, and while you might want to look like a supermodel, you’re uniquely you.
I know right now it stings a bit. That’s tough, especially since you can’t really change the body you were given. Sure, you could go through extreme measures (which, by the way, are super costly – sorry, Mom, but you know I still swear a lot).
But hear me out: looking in the mirror won’t always make you cringe.
Deep down, you kind of knew this already, right? Remember how it didn’t feel awful all the time?
I can still recall the moment I first felt uncomfortable in my skin, back in fourth grade. It was a playdate with a friend, and we were playing dress-up in front of a big mirror. She was taller and leaner, and then she casually mentioned that her mom always said girls without thigh gaps were “fat.” Until that moment, you thought your strong, sturdy legs were something to be proud of. The concept of thigh gaps was completely new to you, but that comment stuck, like harmful words often do.
Then there was the playground comment from a classmate: “I’m so glad I don’t have boobs. They’re all fat.” That memory still stings. I remember tugging on our shirt to hide our curves. But we had no control over how our bodies developed.
As time passed, you faced countless comments about your appearance. I’m sorry I didn’t shield you from that negativity. Those hurtful perspectives were damaging, and I’m still working to overcome them as an adult. But I forgive you for letting others’ opinions dictate your happiness.
There’s something beautiful about our thighs – they are powerful and soft enough to cradle your future children. You once hated those stretch marks that now tell a story. Remember how torturous that sixth-grade gym uniform felt? Now, we wear short shorts with pride, and guess what? Some people actually admire those marks you once labeled as “fat.”
We’ve come to understand that our bodies aren’t meant for others’ scrutiny. Beauty isn’t just what someone else thinks; our bodies are incredible on their own. From you came two amazing kids, something you never even dreamed possible.
So, who cares if our thighs rub together when we walk or if our stomach slightly folds over our belt when we sit? We were never taught to judge others for their bodies, so why be so critical of our own? It’s the only body we have.
With love (and thick thighs),
An older, hopefully wiser You