“The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.”
— “Love in the Time of Cholera”;
Gabriel García Márquez (1927 - 2014)
I used to hate my thighs when I was a little girl. I hated how they rubbed together at the knee. I hated how they flattened out when I sat down to make a comfy seat for my body. Nowadays when I see the cushy parts of myself and smile because I know they’re lovely. Especially these thighs.
It’s funny how when you get older you learn to love the things you used to hate.
We repeat, radical self love and self acceptance.