My teenage self would be so surprised if she met me now. I grew up in a very mysogynistic culture, and was so, so insecure about my body. I’m 43 now, and I just stopped giving fucks. My body is a functional asset, not a decorative one. I’m working on getting stronger and healthier, regardless of what “the wrapper” looks like. I also stopped bothering to shave my body hair, which is something I never thought I’d feel comfortable doing. I really hope you get to your own version of that. I know it’s hard to do that while living in our society. I’m sending you hugs!