Imagine being 75 and you’re sat thinking about your life and how you never went swimming in the sea on a warm night because your thighs jiggled.
Imagine realizing you never laughed until you couldn’t breathe because your teeth weren’t straight or white enough.
You never embraced the sun on the beach because of the stretch marks on your stomach and your hips.
You never allowed yourself to let go and have fun because the pressure to look perfect consumed you.
Imagine being 75 and realizing you’ve hidden yourself away for the fear of being real. Imagine realizing all the years you wasted hating yourself, but now it’s too late to go swim in the sea late at night.
Now it hurts to laugh for more than a few seconds and you’re too weak to travel to the beach.
Imagine realizing all this time you were perfect the way you were, but now it’s too late to do anything about it.
Don’t let that happen. Live now, as you are.
You deserve to realize you’re enough and always have been, before you’re 75.
