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I’ve always felt insecure about my body. I’ve often looked at it and wondered why this is my body. Why could I not have someone else’s body? I see scars and stretch marks, I see fat and curves, I see a body type I wish I didn’t have. That’s the funny thing though, isn’t it? I speak to those with a different body type and they often say they’d prefer it if they had more curves, that they’re too straight down, but then I wish I could be more like them, I guess? We are never going to be satisfied with our bodies, we are never going to be completely happy, so we should just accept that these are the bodies we were given, and we should learn to love them. As much as I hate my curves, as much as I wish I could be just slightly taller, this is what I was given. So I’m going to learn to find it beautiful, just like how I found this world beautiful. Even the mud, and the slugs, I think make up the world in a beautiful way so we make up the world in a beautiful way too. The word for all this is wabi-sabi. I love that word. It’s about finding beauty in the imperfect.