I never really payed attention whether I had cellulite or not.
Buy after watching the Barbie movie, I got curious, and so I checked my thighs.
And there it was. The squiggly white lines branching on the side of my upper thigh.
I was, surprisingly, not upset about it, and somehow I didn't hate it.
And tonight, I decided to become a kid again and used some colorful markers to draw on my skin, to draw on the cellulites and make them into fun little tattoos.
I drew a sakura tree and some long stemmed daisies, and I was smiling by the end of it.
This movie really shifted something in me.
Even though the dread and existensial crisis is still there, the self acceptance is slowly coming in, and because of that, I kinda feel like crying tears of joy, cause maybe someday soon, I'll be able to look in the mirror and say,
"Hey, that's actually a really beautiful girl in the reflection, and she's....Me"