"Regular" Size

When I was a little girl, I used to look in the mirror and pick apart every piece of my body that didn’t look ‘average’ or ‘normal’. I always had thick thighs, a small waist and an hourglass figure. But it wasn’t what I saw in magazines so I taught myself to be okay with never being enough.
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I spent years looking in that mirror and dreaming of a day I’d walk down the aisle. Wondering how I’d ever find a wedding dress when I wasn’t a ‘regular size’. My heart knew a number didn’t matter - because that’s all it is, a number. So I looked at that girl in the mirror and said ‘my curves are where they are meant to be and there is nothing shameful about that’.
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Size, numbers, labels - all they do is strip away the fun of living and the ability to love yourself. It wasn’t the makeup, the details or the white dress that made me feel beautiful on our wedding day. It was the fact that I woke up knowing full well that I love my body, and I was marrying a man who loved me for every single inch of it it’s ‘not normal, not average’ curvy hourglass shape.
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I danced so hard at our reception that my boobs almost popped out of my dress (it grew bigger on me as the night went on #straplessprobs). And I laughed it off without a care in the world. Because when you’re living in the moment, when you’re loving yourself with every single ounce of energy you have, the little shit doesn’t even phase you. And THAT my friends is living.