“Bony knees.” Knobby knees, sharp knees, knees that don’t conform to some smooth, rounded ideal. For years, I felt self-conscious about mine. Felt like they were “unattractive,” “awkward,” and definitely not something to be highlighted. Then, I started to see them differently. To see them not as flaws, but as…unique features. As…edges. Bony knees started … Read more
Thigh gap obsession. The body image myth perpetuated by media and unrealistic beauty standards. For years, I secretly wished for one. Felt like a thigh gap was the ultimate symbol of “thin,” “fit,” and “desirable.” Then, I found a dress that completely shattered that myth. It was a fitted dress, a style I’d previously avoided, … Read more
Sweaty armpits. The ultimate public embarrassment fear. For years, I lived in fear of pit stains. Wore dark colors, avoided raising my arms, and felt a constant low-grade anxiety about sweating in public. Then, one hot summer day, it happened. Sweaty armpits. Visible, undeniable, and in front of a crowd. Panic. But then…acceptance. It was … Read more
“Flat butt.” Pancake butt, no-booty-zone, whatever you call it, it can feel like a lacking asset in a booty-obsessed culture. For years, I felt self-conscious about mine. Felt like it was “unattractive,” “unfeminine,” and definitely not Instagram-worthy. Then, I started to focus on the function of my butt. Strength. Power. The ability to squat, jump, … Read more
Weight worries. The constant background hum of body dissatisfaction. For years, I was fixated on my weight, constantly monitoring the scale, feeling anxious about fluctuations, and generally feeling like I needed to be thinner, lighter, and less…me. Then, one day, a simple compliment from a stranger completely flipped my perspective. I was at a coffee … Read more
Tight jeans. The ultimate test of body confidence, or torture device, depending on your perspective. For years, I avoided them. Convinced they’d highlight every “flaw,” create unflattering bulges, and generally make me feel uncomfortable and self-conscious. Then, I decided to challenge my tight jeans phobia. I bought a pair. And wore them. Outside. The initial … Read more
Gray hair. The dreaded sign of aging, something to be covered up, fought against, and generally avoided at all costs. For years, I religiously dyed my hair, chasing away every hint of gray, feeling like gray hair meant “old,” “unattractive,” and “less vibrant.” Then, I decided to stop fighting it. To let my gray hair … Read more
“Wide hips.” Childbearing hips, thunder thighs, whatever you call them, they can be a source of body image angst, especially in a society that often promotes a slimmer silhouette. For years, I felt self-conscious about mine. Felt like they made me look “bigger,” “less graceful,” and limited my clothing options. Then, I had a moment … Read more
Thin lips. Often deemed “less desirable” in a plump-lip-obsessed culture. For years, I shied away from bold lip colors, convinced they’d only emphasize my lack of lip volume. Neutrals, nudes, sheer glosses – those were my safe zones. Then, one day, I decided to break the rules. I bought a tube of bright red lipstick. … Read more
“Short legs.” Stumpy, disproportionate, fashion-challenged. For years, I felt self-conscious about my shorter legs. Felt like they made me look “squat,” “less elegant,” and limited my clothing options. Then, I started to focus on the advantages of short legs. Agility. Power. The ability to move quickly and efficiently. And slowly, something shifted. My “short legs” … Read more