I've been taking a lot of beach pictures this summer. Desiree caught this candid one of me walking into the water and my breath caught in my throat.
Never completely comfortable in my own skin, I was always the girl wearing a bikini with a pair of boxers or board shorts over the bottoms to cover up my muffin top, hips and thighs. I might have taken them off to get some sun (I was always of the "fat and tan is better than fat and white" persuasion), but if I had to move for any reason, ESPECIALLY to walk down to the water, those shorts would be back on in a heartbeat.
It took more than a 50 pound weight loss to lose the shorts. For a long time after, I still would gingerly step, constantly aware of my surroundings, as I quickly got into to the water, hip-high as fast as possible, to hide the "undesirable" parts of my body.
But today I realized I don't even think twice anymore about strutting down there and being caught in non-posed, non-perfect pictures of me making my way to the surf.
I have a confidence I never had before.
I'm proud of my skin. Of my body. I FINALLY match my inside with my outside.
That's a freedom I earned with personal development, with learning to love and accept myself, and with leading a team of fearless women to do the same.
I no longer cower in cover ups.
If this is something you'd like to overcome too, please message meat fb.com/jaimepiazza - it all starts with a single step, and it's my pleasure to help get you there too 💞💞💞
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