I understand the results of this post after this is published. This may gain respect or lose it. Then again, I really don’t care. You can judge me all you want, and I’ll be fine. There’s no editing of this photo, just an imperfection and a word. Accept. To understand or agree. I agree that I don’t live up to a standard of Society’s perfection; that I do not have a skinny waist or the idea of a perfect body. I agree that I am different, but that’s okay with me. For years, months, weeks, days, and minutes - my thoughts would always repress to the memories where I would get made fun of because of my weight. Tears would stream down my face and the question would always ask: “Why am I not happy with myself?” The answer? I didn’t accept myself. I didn’t accept the fact that I was unique, not just by looks but by heart. There’s a purpose on why I’m the person that I’m today. I have many faults, too many to count. However, there’s a new day ahead of me and I will walk in stride that I am a beautiful young woman. There are many young men and women such as myself whose having a hard time, don’t feel alone about it. God created you out an image - HIS image. Remember that you are beautiful. Not just beautiful in a certain area, but by every inch of you. And your beauty is not defined in words, or the media, or the scale, or by pain; your beauty is indescribable. Embrace it. Accept.