Acceptance

It's the hardest thing for me, and most likely a lot of other teens out there. We all have something we want to fix: our hair, our body, our smile, our face, something. Something is never right in our eyes. For years, I'm been above a normal weight due to genetics and parents who don't care enough about the health problems it threatens to help me. For years, I've tried and tried to lose the extra weight to feel even slightly normal. Slightly approachable. Slightly lovable. But it never comes off. Apparently, my genetic make up won't let me lose weight like I should. Accepting that fact is probably the hardest thing for me to do. I still can't wrap my head around the fact that I'll never be able to live my dream due to this, that I'll never be able to fully be myself until I'm comfortable in my body. I know acceptance is the first step. As soon as I see myself as a person worthy and capable of being loved, I know someone else will possibly see me in the same way. This is my first step toward acceptance. First step toward comfort. First step toward loving myself. First step towards true living.