I love the summer. The sun, beach trips, golden tans, loud music, and long nights. The one thing I don't usually look forward to are the bikinis. One, it's hard to find one that fits well and two, it means putting everything I don't necessarily like about my body on display.
Stretch marks, scars, spots, discoloration, and cellulite are all things I generally keep well-hidden beneath jeans and long-sleeved tops. But not this summer. This summer, I'm trying to catch myself every time I compare myself to anyone else and to other bodies. This summer, I'm trying to push myself to love and accept the parts of my body I work so hard to hide. This summer, I'm wearing a bikini and I look damn good.