Imagine being 75 and you’re sat thinking about your life and how you never went swimming in the ocean on a warm night because your thighs jiggled. Imagine realising 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 realising you’ve hidden yourself away for the fear of being real. Imagine realising all the years you wasted hating yourself, but now it’s too late to go swim in the ocean 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 realising 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 realise you’re enough, and always have been, before you’re 75.

**not my post, stolen from Facebook**hi

I personally have a tattoo that says “I don’t want to get to the end of my life and find that I have just lived the length of it I want to have lived the width of it as well.” (I know it’s hard to read because of the angle, font, and the distortion due to my stretch marks) but I find it to be very fitting. 🥰

Sorry for the mile high buttcrack, I had to pull my pants down a bit to get the full tattoo.