"At 59, I finally love my strong, jiggly thighs. They just happen to be a part of the package, which is so gorgeous and juicy that a swimsuit can scarcely contain it."

It breaks my heart to read a recent post at YLF that asks 'How can I grow 5"?' or learn that there is now a type of surgery to fit feet into smaller shoes. Sure, we all do things to improve our appearance, from exercise and eating healthily to personal grooming and selecting flattering wardrobes. But I want to send out hugs and reassurance to my sisters that your bodies and your height and your feet and your wrinkles are just fine the way they are!

"Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you
never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in
warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly
and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out
on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big
juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring
off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart.
Don’t let this happen."

The Definitive Manifesto for Handling Haters: Anne Lamott on Priorities and How We Keep Ourselves Small by People-Pleasing

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